killing
shadows once more steal from sleep
deathly fingers
of one troubled past's regrets
trigger
god of war holding intact
what life beyond
held for keeps, ending squandered
in ash
trailing from heel
lunar or solar matters
nothing to intrusive recall
nightmare's face joking in bedsheets, choking on sidewalks in day

filling
puddle shines back the muddled
brown face and blonde hair
of her troubled form, instead
of the
city's mirror lit windows
she stares at herself
reflecting decades younger
surreal
but she can feel
the ghost fires in water
kissing her neck from just behind
the past crawls down her spine as a shop sign explodes down the way

spilling
worry to Kaneda she
denies offer
to hide under umbrella
to feel
waste washing down from heaven
on them in rain
through quiet alleys hidden
inside
this sad patchwork
of city to a tower
where bodies and spirits collide
where who waits on the high floor senses her arrival in night

greeting
softly from her lips runs like
pills down the drain
Meijar, Miriam's keeper
of truths,
eats the manic idea
with glowing green approval
and gives her ***
in the same green atrium
on the
wet cement floor
before taking the one door
to the rooftop and beginning
the ritual calling of lost names, exploding in blossoms
sacri
****
to the
green moon she knowingly sets on the rise
pain
ting
the name
Julia across the sky