To:

To a dripping ceiling in a monsoon rain To a three sided coin, an unwinnable game To a moth with no wings eating red super coats To a pen long exploded, in splashes, it wrote To four open daisies, compelled to a smile To the moment you found me and saved me awhile To stitching the soul back to legs of my shadow To diving a neck crack in waters too shallow To a minute with ego who thinks it's an hour To a shoot in the arm filled with superman power To a broken down car with no gumption to live To a second the world just becomes what it is To morning when no one has opened their eyes To babies who silently practice their cries To books glued together to never be read To living enormous before you are dead To a cup full of coffee with curing caffeine To a person who sees you and knows what you mean To a riddle which staunchly will not crack a grin To a mirror which shows you the shape you are in To wishes in mercury under your brow To what we were then and what we are now To that little red moth who left only the buttons To the silence of sorrow until it is nothing.