en pointe – indulge mercury

all.
be the sky and the stars and the soil
salt and belém pepper fields and the leave that is still
chiselled into the deep end of my one hearing ear,

dear-
est resembling a g-d, suck the ennui away into the vacuum of ether space
don’t take the berries, the leafs with trees and the flowers

smell but grieve
full infinite guesses.