when the cherubs call your name

       offering Atlantis

       screaming levity

       from their thrones atop mountains of sugar

don't go

when gravity repents

for crushing your bones

and offers a plane it let free

       where you may float beyond

               all heaven knows

don't go

remain

       enjoy my sentences

       underneath the city

i only have a few

       but they hold their worth

               and maybe I slither with words

                       but honesty fears my dwelling place

so

when the golden hour calls your name

       begging you to keep it around until the end of time

               and she offers you a seat in nostalgia's grand theater

don't go

please