A store house of tears
Ransacked, pillaged
Stands over our cloud of light, of play.

Broken in,
***** by the morning light,
Thrown to the sea of heat,
We see a new dawn.
Attend
We attend.

Leave the shackles
Of a nightly weep.
Leave the products
Of your heart's decay.
This too shall pass.

The content of outlined potentialities
Hinted within your memories
Dim
Outcry
Gross intent, now leaves.
A blank slate presents.
A clearvoid arisen.
Emerge with the light
Disappear to white.

The instrumental face
Commences a performance of emotion.
Sounds
Harmony

Ricochet
Off the smooth face of dry wall
Stuck inside the hearts of rows of
Lame duck, lamenting empty skulls. Suddenly the room is alive past nine. The rhythm of breaths began at noon, but until now the humans were not summoned.

Letters I receive
From your pleasant
Autumn
Soaked
Eyes.
I bask in memory of my collection
Told by a face
Told by the days.

A dual light figure
Steps inside.
My letters read repetition,
They tell of one
You come in two.

Here is the
Stripshow.
Soft skin
Revealing
Drawing
A naked portrait reflects off my eyes.

This room echoes
Of the sewer in the city,
Now we present such hidden beauty
Loved
Blessed secrecy.

The compass points at the crowd,
Startled by the dying second
We turn
We wonder
The sounds of two feet
Are alone in the room.

My blood is starting
To grow cold.
Cracked eyes begin
To review the temperature
From the outside.
I've been in this room for too long.

The world may have
Already ended.
It is a desolate fog
Consuming the area
Similar
All too real
Possible with the screen of my mind.
I'm too scared to check.

Pillars of a new dawn
Arising novel grass
Lies in the perimeter.
It is not preferred
But my skin isn't stung
With its' touch
So i'll let it stay.

These walls started as victims of my meaning.
They've grown to become
Friends i've gathered onto the raft,
along with the ceiling
My god.

The calculus is sardonic,
An assembly line mouth
serves up
its traffic.

Women, men
there's a waterfall  behind
their eyes
Piercing through the clouds
where's my
pleasant surprise.

Its here,
Where the toad still speaks
And the dreams still bleed.

Flustered, amazed
Looking for the diamond
In a hauled out maze.

The glass room
Reflects my myriad, chiseled thoughts.
They strike upon my head
Rain down
A cold
Calm
Breeze.
This vast variety
Swamped by the ocean
Floods
Through the crevice of my eyes.
Drowning amidst my future possibilities,
Another thought echoes,
They are here to be realized
As I exalt outside
Of a balloon of sorrow.
I should spill
From my head,
Line up the doors
Reflect,
Muse,
Ponder,
And walk though whichever one.