Would the deathless deep thirst
dry up my insides
from the mouth to marrow
if where you hide
becomes your home away from
home in mine?

Sleepy wind mulls over
moments lost in thought
to water's wild surrender
I walk the vagrant's path
hand in hand with nothing
I would not have let go
of my own in time.

Here it is in full speed
The ground of hallowed mirror walls
Pavement with cracked up
Asphalt patches masking all the holes
That mark the very bones
Buried by you screaming into your hands

Conduit failing in view as far out as the sea
from within the arid wasteland we walk along
How many more days must pass before we
lose sight forever of the emotion
once controlled, now gone, trailing, failing us

Remind me how we lie
Being here is not enough
Remind me how we lie
Touch to the external won't stir within
How will you remind me?

Every caress disturbs me
I've felt the last live day
Every whisper in my ear
For the last nine days
Every promising, intense whisper goes lost
Falling in ruptures
Where's the feeling?

Challenging status in a head space
Toiling boiling disappointments past
No stir of the heart as we meet again
Has it always been like this?

Shining in your black drab dress under the Spring for water in the night
Desperate in confines to divine and plan an escape
Drawn again within to spin the minute hand
Spend all you want in your sad silence while the time comes

First,
You choke hopelessly like me under yourself
Worst,
We buoy tentatively froze at the water line

I burnout in your field of black rot
Seedlings in hand as the quiet you took
Match can't take health you've displaced
As much I strike, the damage is done

Quill filled lady in red pilfering sanity
--But worthy of love, worthy enough
Witch of the East wind's casting bringing her flood
Of mirror images I can't bear to be

Whose right weighing the scale would weigh in the least?
Guilt laden innocence spinning directionless
Like it mattered at all which one of us two jumped first
I heard it was you
--From those who heard it was me

Caught lying down
The violet kiss
The twilight's wisp
At April's end
Resonates in lungs
Here is to calling emotions
Here in the green grass and the wind
Here is to culling memories
It's no lake, though,
It's too late, now
Chest pull, brain float
Alone in the motionless ocean, so cold
We turn black, earth and I, partners of stars caught staring up
What man made slow bleeds from the world as I sing
Wary, weightless, spinning in white flecked purple, in orbit or free fall
Orbiting free fall

I found elation, but can't find connection
I could have grown mushrooms on touchdown
I traded memory for medicine

Twilight, violet, orbit, all words I've used before and always, tightly, weave into the living picture painted years and years on all alone on reset honing torment to the self as if as if perpetuating involuntary EVA will translate to a skill that will well elevate me from the cave, the only connection, that I've built by locking up all my insides in taking pills that I fell back on for happiness and to get a rattled head settled to the ground rather stripped me of what history I lived and put my weary body in the open for all the universe's bitter energies to infinitely catch me floating lying down.

It's all I could ever do to read this
informative wall scrawl, idle
eyes hiding from peripheral refuse
scripting lines in lines in lines
the lines
engulf and then recede at light speed
inverted to white on black as the last night's
last bright stars erased over our expanse and
while I continue to dig, I await some conclusion or loop
wait wait wait wait wait wait wait wait wait wait wait wait
while I continue to wait, I dig at conclusion or loophole to return
I find only my positive proof to the absolute
Did we move?
I never did