disentanglement

i.
sometimes i forget where
i left off-
mountains of uncovered
distance, thoughts
abundant in the
quiet catastrophes
of the morning light.

ii.
where do i reveal
myself and where am i
read by others?
where do the words
leave me before ever
having to say them?

iii.
all this negative space,
all these dreams light
like feathers, endless
glowing eyes and empty
hands, soothing safe
rooms and warmth.

iv.
these thoughts are
unraveled before my eyes,
and caught in the midst
of a quiet chaos
and i no longer spend
my nights dreaming of
what i want. i am ensnared
in something much larger
than this.