do you notice the connotations
everywhere on the plastered walls?
they’re silent and creeping like
eyes looming on a pendulum

i search a lie for the silver lining
i pry the silver lining for perfection
i tackle the perfection with the deception
of the empty person
who is interlaced with the coercion
of the fear that made their power possible

for canyons cannot be crossed in the dark
without a beating heart scared enough to run across

i weave into lines to tackle them into oblivion
i eye onto waves and pierce them into obsidian

we shatter glass
for we are tired of making sense

our bones are built from rainwater;

   i want to jump into a lake with you

until we drown in all directions

until we are returned to what we once were