TOO MUCH

a flaw in my understanding 
keeps going. like a perpetual apple
dipping into thunder where 
the air is clean
but nothing is 
aware. 
too asleep to be a cavernous thing
drinking teardrops without lips
in the shadow of a constant
moon.

tundra spoke, with icebergs gleaming 
like wet jewels established
in the calm maelstrom 
of your absolute 
Love.

something fails at being you too much.

your arrows clean-
‘cause you forgot
the point

like a stainless steel dove.
without a Yes.