From cocoon to brilliantly speckled night
Bursts shooting stars from champagne bottles
A splash of sequins on construction paper
We could count to infinity on our fingers
And hold eternity in our hands
We held forever in our eyes
And each other in our arms
When the distance and time
Meant only when we would arrive
They said reach, and when we were finished
We had stardust underneath our fingernails

It feels dis-correct
that is, it’s probably
incorrect, but I’m
sure I misused at least
one prefix somewhere
but I digress

Something feels like
it should feel right
but it doesn’t,
does it?

Is it time to take a
wrench to these fine works
and hope that
in the process of
dismantling this thing
we find the bit that
made me switch
the ‘in’ with ‘dis’
and switch it back?

Or maybe someone
will just come out
and say something,
like they should have done
a long, long time ago