limits

{how do i know these eyes really see?}

a wall
the air and water within straining

(i want to know the sky raining
it's the truth, i think:
the truth.)

the sky has limits.
the earth has limits.
love and inspiration and hope
and i have limits too.

(but if the sky cries
then maybe someone wants
to break the skin of clouds too
and drain abscesses of bounded
cysts.)

pacing borders.
arcing gestures
that bound and shape space
like bubbles before popping
the filling and the stopping
of the endless bounded march.

(parenthetically,
this is the rain dance.
and one day, this purposeless
happenstance will summon
the accident
that breaks the palindrome
and symmetry and rhyme-
and this will be the truest time.