He who weeps volcano ashes and seesaw silences forgot how to hear with stencils.

Work with me-- as I cut to your bone, and carve initials with my tongue 'Please' I would say and dance with one limb blood piercing down my lips...

'Hello' I said while bleeding without reason all over the sky. Waiting for response to only hear melodies of the mind and they say 'it's' insane.

I've been watching my fingers melt. It's not insanity, I merely ran out of  candle wax.

I am sorry to walk with broken toes and moss ear hearing but I must digress into the crumbling for my eyes are hiding.

It's a misdemeanour of cold that shivers away on goose-bumping feelings that the wind always steals with semantics.

I'm stainless steel
Rusting--
With silent melodies

Ever-waking to nobody-
-Immortally fractured.

But if we were to tell them no, it would be as if yes had already won.

I have a sickness of cutting the same skin, repeatedly expecting a different outcome.

The buzzard circled a Vulture made of lead; it melted volcano pastures. As time became a clock.

My lungs are-
Made of bronze
Breathing,
Sandman salt
And forget-me-knot visits.

For all three leaves, to be uprooted began the miracle of time.

We synthesized tomorrow; -since.


Enzymes bore more than-
Colour to bone; --though.

It wasn't the sound
Of nothing that betrayed-
Marble-ebbing-into-waves.

A lisp could quaver,
Sight; we only heard
Centipede-segments-sometimes; with-
One leg too many.

They caressed magic from
Moon-vivid illusions; and
As whispers wrangled senses,
We found the ground-
This wraith became me.

In distance; I stole.
Attention, yet before that.



We electrified paper once.

Stones weep moss, while songs draft blood.

We pull on powdered teeth, expecting grain to keep growing, yet watching as only dust falls quietly in place.

Asking lillies that sway without-moving--
Airless lungs and neurons- to reflect
Fantasia wallpaper flowers for moonlit clouds
Cutting goosebumps with migraine plaits--
Inbetween aging turn signals into tinsel shapes.

Behind my eyes- I see us graying with feathers
I explain why the raven-- is wearing his skin,
But the beginning doesn't understand you
Waiting
In ambrosia fledglings making magnolia petals
On-a-drift-of-your hair a-windy-melody processes
Ocean life; death.

We adapt-shaking my rainbow shelter with patient feelings-
Of nowadays; the ice is cruel not absent tears loving--
Briefly on leaves, in music; with spores and lavender hands
Because our time is breathing upon each others lips.