Origin

I’m a girl to my horizon
before I turn into salt, a drained ocean
where the freeway ends.
I blast my thoughts into second person until
I transmute myself into you / yours / yourself
and when my vision doubles,
that just means more to see,
more to eat,
more of me, and
more of me means
a consolation, connotation, conversation.
We find our origin in fasting, fastening.
I’ll stay awake until I’m afflicted
with the nostalgia of immortality,
but right now I am taken in like air,
an impact without intent,
a spell swirling in a blue bottle
of unlit fireflies.
In my left hand,
the animals of prehistory. In my
right, a market where nothing will be sold,
fighting & losing & gaining & winning &
where did it start? (start: a spark, a snap, a breaking point)
Who is the origin?
(origin: the old, the deep, the dark-as-a-lake)
You are. I am. Sightless,
we are all stars and stars and
stars, did you know? Did you?
I hunt and eat out of jealousy.
I am the richest man in the world,
a girl and a boy and a one-hit wonder.
I have old gold
buried in my mouth and it says,
Create a dictionary of me.