THISISJOHN

good night,
is like leaving home
everything is in transition
horizon,
and then horizon
meta-stable messengers
hold back,
hold breath
let the old Air go
it's your hands
that make you responsible
for what you do
not your attention
i try to count stars
but i forget what i am doing
at number five
(what a strange number)
staring back at me
i am not a hero
until you circumsize
my lungs