bruised by rainbows that bang the ends of time-- abstracted to coursing freedom. cut off by rote-- your tethers whistle. a melody that's shame to the stranglehold of ears-- the sounds of paths never crossed. the length of life's lipless kiss, soft as leaves trained on the naked eye of a tree. how frictive, enter & exit, so bright i forgot to see. only felt for the precipitating steps of feeling. you wear a saint's combustive head-- sending rare flowers to hang from the edge of the earth.