these objects trace the day
frame a desire
cutlery merges and
reclines in comfy drawers

a spontaneous faint
exists amongst the clutter
a sigh from the cupboard
content and murky

stranger still
a soft entry
presented
on a serving tray

false teeth
dancing
smart and greasy
hard outside the limits
curves

grinding on a daydream
familiar flames
terrestrial concerns

remember to empty your pockets
collect particle evidence
oh how clearly – you
love the dust

look around
the room is full
witnesses , sparks
in many disguises

these things rejoice in your presence
everything spins around itself
moans hisses
whispers blinks

the everyday
runs away
makes space
for bliss fire ecstasy

— Ross Hermsen