my head has been
spiraling
for days
i can taste
what was once
fruitful
but now
the rations have rotted
i’m just a person
with needs
suffering
endlessly
i try to subdue
the fire
but i am the
arson
though with ash
comes the
rebirth of fertile soil
i play God

how do i witness these seasons again,
without you, the one who changes them.

now it’s broken bliss,
as my blood pours over from yesterday.
never finding solace from god,
he tore my flesh away.

nocturnal
we felt
as we laughed,
alone,
and together
on the shallow end
of infinity.

there are no halts from hungry minds.
a god, somewhere beyond our reach, granted only us these boundless meals; we should strive to be deserving of such a crop.
as we should be the connoisseurs of such fruitfulness.
as we should devour until fed no more.

clouds chasing the horizon,
as they entrance me to follow,
moving forward into the infinite, azure heavens above.
i then tried reaching for God’s hand,
but the tide washed everything away.

the roaring red sun;
black branches, reaching for its god.
humming heat trickling the skin.
crowded clouds, and the distant saffron hue.

you've never felt more alive,
underneath the hurling sky.