i always need this some shape or some form of it
before the earth climbs out itskin
mad again     leaves and     leaves again
finds blood on the floor
and the door unopened
still lets all the creatures in
u could appreciate it
when it does happen     and how it does it
on a purple hill with purple wind
the world convulses ugly in the palace of your limbs
alternate universe in some outerspace plastered
backforth+ untoward
the place where u leave too soon
and never come back to again
black black saliva
out of perfume mouth friends
while his backward antlers
charm red pale vampires
that he cannot handle
or begin to understand
there never was the right way
to measure immaterial worth
in such a fragile place
so ima empty this house while u burn it down
unable to giveinto change