I was born
my place to serve
The train of my robe
ended before my
back would curve

I had many wings of endurance
Still I covered my eyes
for rest assurance

Four out of six
for adoration
One mustn't forget
ones place of separation

The whole hosts
was more than a dream
Every nuance well thought
out down to the minutest scheme

Divine by all measure
No encapsulation here
Long after creation
the truth will appear

Tepid water
between
my toes,
I know
life.

I am not sure why I bother
To connect to others

~It only leaves me feeling shame-
-A mess, a wreck, a ball of flame~

It all's a bit too much
To stumble about without crutch

windows down
i hold hands with the wind
and watch as the stars draw nearer
and the sun drifts farther away

the memories of music
fading into the background
my ears ringing
with the sounds of you

—

the crackle of fireworks
begin to erupt before me
and i try to caress the light
that reflects in your eyes

touching the moment
before it fizzles away
into atoms

into
nothingness