The light is too perfect,
& I’ve lost days and nights
searching for you
the finest conclusion
is finding you’re not an illusion
my Yarborough
the mind loses itself in
replicating soundless
rhetoric twenty-four/seven
reading nuclear waste phrases
roosting in hostile architecture
sipping paint
& toxic water
I didn’t need to see the bomb
to know the effects of its radiation
I did not have to see you
to fall in love with your focus
–LM
The Lexicon 