I have come to the distant mountains
closest to the freezing shores of unknown
worlds to embrace the damaging mechanics
and fallen kingdoms, to listen to the shattered
seas as I scream out in pain, to feel the howling
breeze sift inside my skin, the cold shivering
system splitting me inside and out, tightened
and thickened, a raging slashed beat splintering
my feet.

I can see the bruised clouds in the skyline,
the suffering depth of it all, caged and sealed,
beaten and bleeding, a chilled rhythm gliding
on brokenness, as I step closer to the rising
waves, to inhale the crazed chemistry and
blazed biology, let it seep inside my world
and harden my heart, let its drumbeating
diction whirl within my dungeon, let the
belligerent verbs intensify and ignite inside
my mind.

I can see the buried trees and leaves drowning
in the mist, the bladed songs rumbling in the air,
lost in harmony and flight, diminishing without
little speech, an empty existence stuck
in bitter downbeats.