when i closed my eyes in nonis field we were lying on our backs i dreamt that the ground split a seam our spirits floating when no longer tied into our bodies we left them as a sign to slip into the crack tired and ready to go but i dont know what goes on i touched my grandfathers face he lay fixed in his casket he lay sewn shut and folded so that none could refuse it they had posed they had painted him i laughed i let him go his cheeks washed like watercolor sunlight evening time i could never put my hands back to them still i dont know what goes on will my thoughts burn in unseen patterns form a dim glow in your mind long after you remember who it was that i looked like we saw the sky swarming full with the light that the fireflies made an accidental constellation you how will you go out through your mouth in a sigh into a space we dont know