All the living
With dead hands I climb
Deeper
Deeper
Deeper into every grave
That lies on the edge of moments
They dance in the middle
I hang on the side--
lines tied arranged around my neck
Pearls once seized
In bubbles that once bleed
Every inhale sinking
Deeper
Deeper
Deeper until it strikes the oceans floor
A ripple A wave A shakedown
Every last coin rippled from the tree
Scattered Littered A Frenzy of what might have been
Sunk treasure
Sinking
Synching
With ocean eyes
A hydrothermal vent
Sprouts with wisdoms flight
In whirlpool bouts
Sends me sending
Sends me out--
sending
Strata of enzyme
Stripping of strapless time
Unhinged Unholy
Soundly Unsound with every bound
A filter A funnel
A reverberating tunnel
A shifting a snake
A clearing of every take
In colouring seals with every layer I unpeel
That which was added
Sanctimoniously padded
This walls of madhouse
My house
My home
Lost
.
.
.
An incorporeal snare
Words that once found form swarm bare as they once were, it's bearing new, unbearing unbearable.
I clamor for those pearls with memories of clams galore I yearn for the lore which was my everyday bore that called me forth and turned reality...
That dream in a set of dreams
The idle snore
No more
Please I beg
Send me that/back...