i think my heart is blue
swimming octopi
see through the night
of my empty blood vessels

i think that at times
under influence of the sea
without the moon in tow,
i forgot how to breathe

in each world i am heavy hearted,
bitter and embroiled, boiling and cold
at a loss to the elements
at a sight for sore eyes
under the stupid sky
i can only breathe at night

each encyclopedia holds my sorrows
body written in the universe
free script flowing in me; without it,
simply a passageway gone to waste
no wanderers to lay claim
to the insipid things i say