Spasms of pain controlled by the brain. Hitting the ground without a sound. Itching to see if you'll hear my plea. Trusting the dark to leave its blue mark.
All the temporary aloneness Doesn't feel so alone now. The sickening darkness Seems enchanting. Curling into a ball Then being free. All down to you Down to me.
Do it to african musk. Roll it like finely carved dust. Hold it like dynamite just. When angels fall, damage must. Together bind it with trust. Yet time goes on without rust.