called from the depths of a rock named home
brought, knee height to rest in rapture
what I thought was the world in my hands
a meagre, fleeting, single-framed capture

this is what it had meant to be lost in your eyes
glazed over with stupid love, white hot without reason
an oscillating sum of parts, clumsy and lost
grasping, huffing helium, heads hung in treason

man-made and pin-striped
these astronaut boots, heavy leaden footfalls
racing, replacing strides with continents
stopping, lower-case, caught up between wherewithalls.

my greatest treasure is the place where I feel cheap
and fall silent, twitching in reverence under high noon
when I dream on you, I'm reminded as I fall away
a thousand miles from anything: 'it rains diamonds on neptune.'