I was up
Biting scars
In the moon-lit sunlight
The hands-up of stars

Wishing
And curling seams
Of the thought which
Is lost within minutes release

Pour what’s
My cares seep
My total alright
Into where wreathing digital deep

Soil that’s left
Damp, dark and yet
Blinding the night
Stitching up holey, blanket regret

I’m dying
Not now, but
I ball up my feet
Watching, this white heat, lying, will shut

Away
In a little
Stitched skull
Of alright