I was the chancellor of time
We ask the breadth of why?
Inside my mind.

And she gives me an
Always ten pence piece
In answerings.

Clouds speak
With lunar light,
As droplets
Slither from gravity.

Ambers; whites; greys; blacks
Slowly blurring boundaries
In tornado fashions.

My bag of mani-fes-tations
Drips blood quietly
While they kiss; coldly
As if forever existed.

I gave them intestine
Necklaces, and hung them from
My tree-
To make decorations.

After cerebral dancing
Their brains were gone,
But wax filled eyes-
Crafted pumpkins.

--Now I wait
-For-the-knock
Trick-or-treat?

Sturdy umbrella hands
Absurdly-stealing white-hot
Whiskers; -bleeding's
Of her heart.

Gravity held them,
For black hole -minutes
While medusa's
Tongue mesmerised us-

Time was sneaking-snow dragons,
Breath inside cardiac-wisps
And Winchester demons

Laughed as I was feigned
By void-born darkness.

There's summer-sand
Between her teeth
When siphoning
Passion from stones.

And she tastes each
One gradually
As they bring remorse
In mem-ori-o-so,

While catkins fall
Artificially behind
Her soul.

Orchard scents- frothy
Callowing to winter
Mammoth months

Procrastinate reflexes
-With extra-terrestrial soil
Chanting souls.

Breathing infernos
Captured; though
In a form-
Of hearts and heralds.

Photoframed
Half-winged butterfly
Broken; blackened
On a wall
Of mitosis
Blood--

Onyx oblivious
-Oh woe
'I-call-it'
And cherish the crate
Which cankers within-

It's time I shed
--Anatomy,
Because the colour
Of space

Is defective.