death has such

a distinct taste...

reliving the palette

of stained glass.

levitating sanctuaries

housed by dominion.

burning keyholes,

acoustical churns.

ready with acceptance.

please come in.

there's such a lithness

to limbs which traverse

a slanted staircase

highlighting a figure.

what separates

wheat from the chaff

is golden.

a blindness unearthed.

that which shifts thru

shuddering space.

twin of innumerable

births.

seven countries to

the eighth fountainhead.

birds of paradise

supping away at color.

purple is once.

Supreme with migratory

patterns.

bathed erratically by

that conjuring.

dried off to be taken

by air.

every liar

produces a

sudden sound.

where an ear

has already been

leant.

you can never

dismember

a pearl that

broke water.

this sphere's

core.

the glancing blow

of one stone.

sparks against

nothing else,

but a bludgeoning

mountain.

the pride of a

shore setting sail.