This heart of ice is multifaceted.
This stone cold ice is dense but weeps.
There is a shallow trigger that radiates
Shy a wade from me; volcanoes are deep.

I may wish on stars as the rain drops unto you
Today
Although the Rain gets to me too,
I still miss your sunny rays

If only you'd direct some of that sun toward me,
I'd be " " in every other way.

But you are a sunflower that can only be kissed in the rain.
Yet, I am transparent; Diphylleiac and Gray

And as the sun comes out,
I hesitate, and
you face the other way.

You're a dying breed
Amongst the dust and in a druzy,
You do not see me

Yet

She is your sunshine and I'm not.
We're full of no promise;
Forget-me-not.
I try not to be the one-sided crusher
but I
can't
stop.

He was a good runner;
And one hell of a stunner;
Your stop-glass picture for a lightning vision;
And a start-pass winner, a stunting gold finisher;
A heart cold hunter, he was my knock-out hitter;
He was a K.O. Rider--
He was a collider: on one collect collision course;
Of course, the beginning was when it began:
Between the specific sheet of force
With a good measure...
Had me landing on all fours,
Reveling in it again;
To rev up was the plan.

Alcatragedy, aesthetics, and a
Bubbly feeling beneath our feet. Let's
Cruise between channels; there's no need to meet. Re-
Doxx on Galaxy's
Extremeties typeset whatever is
Faked, overridden, and
Glistening in chic.
Hybristophilionic puressure
Infracts upon the fourth wall we seek,
Jicking, ticking, trickling in.
(Kickstarted convection)
Life is beyond a stream...
Minuet attraction
Null, neo, and novelty
0.0
Pulse or minus me.
Quantitative lacerations, fantasy and a fascination
Recreations masking
Softsations
Taint my rose and wildest dreams!
Unphasing
Vermillion reasons to like it.
Wordless, grinding sonar screams; Isle,  
Xana, et tu. Rumble a shy oasis in
Yeses, twos, and please
Zzz

Volitional Cageling,
Lightling
Amber agony of in prisming

Show me a way, then
    from the baseless lines
    from my binding fears
    through the blinding menisci of my tears

Take me a way
    from this tangle of yield,
    from irresolution,
    dewhipped web of timid hesitation...

How does one escape from
    "rationalessness"                                          How does one escape
from this cocoon of "here"

I thought I'd grow up and become a cloud ranger;
I wasn't ready to live a life aligned.

I couldn't become a fin grazer;
I've barely skimmed the surface of this life.

I was this synthetic stranger--
too unfamiliar with my own mind...

Life was pure when it was linear

And not some bird

-short-lived

-unbalanced

-unaware

-somewhere.

That tore off it's own wings to land itself right here.

When I couldn't see where I was going I--
believed songs. They could. --they might. tell. lies.

I didn't see where I was going I
I didn't think I could go that high
I didn't think I could fly
(What are they going to remember me by)

I didn't see what was coming I
I thought this song could save my eyes
I was wrong. Well,
Maybe I was right?

Because diamonds meant more to me than saving a life.

In the end, I didn't think I would become a butterfly;
I thought I'd become what the airplanes leave behind.