Feet mar soot
As they ask tip-toeing
Gravity--

Why-

I feel nothingness
In my bones
Sipping calcium
From old skeletons.

-Now

Close your eyes,
Because this story
Has lost belief.

And trees burn sesame
Seed strings,
-You-understand-endings

Screaming oceans
Collecting-depressive-
Humming birds,

Unwilling to-flap-
Their wings--

Nowadays-everywhere
Tastes like burnt tongues
And bursting blisters

Trying for brighter days.