I felt your face fade
Across the ruins against the sea
Whiskey edged cracks
As I gazed into the light
Picturing fields of poetry
Stroking the teeth of my spin
Frail stars trembling
As the roots trickle
Impatiently clustering the handfuls of voices that I unpeeled
Removing my lips with nothing to say
I glue my eyes with  convictions
I'm tilted on the edge of earth
Stuffing the truth down into the mass in my throat