UNBEARABLE TENTACLES

Between the daydream 
& the nightcap, 

achy arabesques 
risk tilting between 
the up-and-down of our

unbearable tentacles. 

You within a lamb 
are the soft skylight I feel 

in a voice of arcs
of cliff-hangers 
which becomes my destiny

to splash into 
this yet unrealized frenzy. 

And it is so:

Among the moonbeams, 
one becomes a moonbeam, 
or perishes, clenches 

another known.