i will f
            a
             l
               l in

     the

correctness of your gaze

(for only you

        shall i ever be)

the filigree embellished
by the gray stacks grown weary
to lean cadaverous shells
on the mark of scarlet's

greet the empty chamber door
swung shut a sudden eyelid
powdered tears riven ink shoulder

   who isn,t? a fear of nothing
     consumes the smooth roughness
  of