When the detritus
At last
Gets too deep
When there s
No clear vision
Awake
Or in sleep
While
The candles wax
Melts
And bubbles down
The foul grey sands
Whip off of the beach
To  cover the town
The infection
Not stopping
To your system
A rout
Them things  
Held within you
Start to leak out.

delphinium migrant blue,
and into night
we follow,
toward the residue
of morning,
where there's no time
limit to grief.

you wake with
electric intervals,
something's wrong
with yesterday,
in your head are
galaxies like grains of salt,
and they fill up the sky.

these red metallic balloons,
that come to you
when you are ripped open,
whether it’s by pain
and heartache
or you’re falling in love,
these you can’t close
yourself off to.

but what you actually want
is to bypass them,
and try to reach that
dawn serenade,
which is floating
above them,
as if golden electric ribbons
which don’t
demand repayment.

Jab
Me
Jute
Me
Still
With
Me
Is
Jiffy
         - Amisha priya