on the steps of the notre dame i lost my sense of color every moonbeam through the cracked walls of the House of God danced around me like blue gypsies performing a ritual upon every ringlet of hair on my head
in the catacombs of paris i lost my sense of touch every skull feeling like silk dead calcium caressing the flesh beneath which my bones were moving alive and restless
beneath the arc de triomphe i lost myself the curve of stone caving in on me like a Parisian Goliath and I, a madman David names of fallen soldiers engraved upon the walls breathed back to life from dust they have returned they reach into my cerebrum their stone fingers pulsing with the hymnals of war to meet with the battle of indigos and crimsons coursing through every nerve of my anatomy
behind the eiffel tower i lost my art paris lights beating down a beast sleeping through the tides of eulogies and odes its orphans have to offer
inspired by tamia's prompt for me: artist going insane in the heart of paris