Utopiary

When watching the involuntary motion
Of an unrealized affair
When the perfume fades from the air
And we stare at the bright spinning coin
Enduring the liquid body
When vapours are heavier than matter
You glimpse it sometimes
Through the sidereal living-room curtains
Tall Trees and Neptune Tiles
Florabunda and Oceanview
Safely masked in utopiary, out of sight
Illusions reforged anew
Whirling blades of grass in sylvan slips
The listening ears immune to gossip

When the perfume fades from the air
And we stare at the bright spinning coin
Frozen anew

Illusions reforged with wild light, ionised
The white triangle hovers
Above its own reflection in the snow
Beyond the broken time
Where we watch the involuntary motion
Where the fibres align
Where they have been said to align
In circadian motion
Bestower of the words that make the world
I am she

Beyond the broken time
Where we watch the involuntary motion