Heavy beast and heavy burden Burned into growing feet, a mile above all great sentiments of Home, clouds settle into molds Carved inside carnivorous minds.
There is no quadrant on this island You could go Where I could not see who you created In me, fiery and dormant, whirlwind Of silence and fear. I see you everywhere, In every line on my face, You exist.
I exist amongst a million cold dandelions in a weary field. Inescablable youth, river stones wrapped to knarled knees To ground me to three separate waterfalls, All who whisper of the dead To creatures who eat the love from out the backs of children’s heads.
I own a million fragments of a life And nowhere have I found the one Who makes them whole.