The Something That
Is Everything Else
Jonathan May
murmurations throughout the night trees pinken
all available light like carnations blooming in dark
water
cloud pockets warble and fade in jellyfish rhythm
of suck and dissipate and leaving nothing behind
there is so much I want out of the night sky so much
I expect as if some whale balloons from the ether
and wails to me in its beautiful singing plaint of
oceanlessness—I want the rest of the metaphor too
when you, merman, appear in salty froth of water
and scuttle me back into your depths where I drown
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