A nullified redness that foams at the mouth, snoring, disclosing on the back of a trial. we can be everything if we can find how to come out of this nothing even while its raining the dead, i have everything i need. i just been holding it in, on a limp rest for a barking breath, fowled and remitent, beating its black chest with galvanized incisions. i always found the holes that are homes in the trees, bending and breathing to testify release. no more gargled reminiscing that should be toothpaste in the sink, no more barrels through eye-sockets when the old lights need remembering. They are home as far as holes go and there the rabbits are convening to decide what to do with me. ill just wait here,
breathing and dreaming, this cant be reality.
swimming through crystals that have never been my own.
in come the snows, freezing and biting at the neck of the world