For

you carelessly
glance back
over your shoulder,
the dying embers of
sleepy sun rays
lighting miniature fires in your hair,
like the rolling expanse
of scattered army camps,

unafraid of the
dirt-sand wind gusting
from the west,
meant to end time;
a carnival travelling
some forgotten candyland dream
without-
color,

vibrating
the ground
in monotone fantasy-speak
echoes

once
twice
again,

a falsifying universal
accomplice,
taunting me in play,
flirting with laughter,
swirling around you,
behind you...

I won't walk out on the scene,
to sing and stay mute forever
through quiet-lasting-pseudo-time,

you blink,
I see it
eyelashes
and brown eyes
and the earth spinning
somewhere
to the lighthouse
that watches lovingly
over
the infinite
oceans.