Feet mar soot
As they ask tip-toeing
Gravity--
Why-
I feel nothingness
In my bones
Sipping calcium
From old skeletons.
-Now
Close your eyes,
Because this story
Has lost belief.
And trees burn sesame
Seed strings,
-You-understand-endings
Screaming oceans
Collecting-depressive-
Humming birds,
Unwilling to-flap-
Their wings--
Nowadays-everywhere
Tastes like burnt tongues
And bursting blisters
Trying for brighter days.