Millenia

Flaming heart, flaming tire

Flaming leap through the fire

Through the coil, burning pyre

You are wind, you're desire

You are stems and leaves and washed out streets and

Riverbeds dry for years, then flooded in mere seconds

Full to the brim, over sand, broken glass

Shards of plates and aluminum cans shining light

Light, light, light, light out from the earth, from the tan, from the brown

Reeds dried out, once green, now found drowned under the rush

I type in one word, press search

I find Millenia is a town in Florida

A neighborhood with a dark blue sky and bright lights

Illuminating stucco, Roman style architecture of a Cheesecake Factory

And I think about what it means

To be seen in this time, in these years

When a word as expansive and central as Millenia

Is referenced in such a strange fractal

Of the most particular kind of present

Moment that I can conjure up in my small mind

The referencing of the referencing of the referencing of time

And the fractalizing nature of authenticity

You need me, too

I know you do

I need you too