for benoit and the endless infinate everything

Hey come here, I want to show you the exact grain of sand
where the land meets the sea; let me show you a world
bring you into a fractalinear, replicating infinity.
and when we get to our ultimate smallness
i’ll build a room in a room in a room
at the end of the endless mirror
the size of my thumbnail
and everything will be
just how it was but
now we cant fool
ourselves into
thinking that
we’re so
fucking
big
..
.

heres my ode to strings

you sing the third of beethovens third
and you hold my shoes together

if I was in the time of my grandmother
you would modestly detain my house dress
in the backyard

there are theories about you
pieces of my life
too small
to see

but I can hear you best
raked against horse hair
by players in all black