Can your mind conceive of it
Can your heart yearn for it
Can your hands make it
Real.

.you are a slow burn at the bottom of an ancient crater_
a hole in the chain link fence.





i am the broken clasp of your necklace,
your
knees buckling at the sight of
the job



//




Wielding a perfected form of
Inward
Arrogance.like obsidian mail


Sleeping like
Dragons upon great spoils

You are the arrow aimed true at the missing scale above the
Heart

Myself, having been roused to
Action -
Once last

There are only ways
And the time we spend
Together.

As we sway
Like stone statutes
Under the tideless
Moon

As
We
/Cold marble/
The night
Away .

As we plummet,
Wet-winged to the
Sea .

And
Me ,
Gun-faced    as
Children .

Wolf-mouthed , as
Love .

Bring me your/cities
To
Wipe   spittle-edge  .lips

With something to
Grip

To grip
T0

  .grip



I



   grip.you

All human emotion,
Is what we want to say.

Basking in the dead neutrino glow
Like forgotten serpents in the pit of
Dawn’s feeble attempt at breaking

A
Perpetual crepuscular
Homogeneity
Tucked in too tight at the bed-corners

Asphyxiating the
Sleeping
Beauty of

Mankind ,

A quiet
Thrill,

A peace
Broken by
Kinetic frenzy
Slowing
Down .

And you,
The
(uncertain) Cloud /
Grinding to a
Haunted
h a u l t .
h a l t .

Inside our gut
Gurgling forth it’s ancient
Hive
Mind

Mastabatory self righteousness in the
Plastic heart of the
Androcyne  

Churn
Churn
Churn.