if i push this branch
the earth
tips
up.

tie me to the trees.
remember me?
your
banner.

when i spin this disc
the room
breaks
up.

drop me to my knees
dismember me
loud
hammers.

a virus on the land
a mansion made of sand
wrap me up in hands
of fire.
she'll never understand
or meet your high demands,
rather hire a band and
conspire.

if i flip this piece back
the crust
opens
blue.

you see the undertow
introduce the
wheels
to spinning

if only i could reach that
your trust
bleeding
through.

what kind of silence glows?
who told the atoms
to start
splitting?

the nebula commands
put forth the final plans
abandoned firework stands
are hoarding.
my vision blurs and bends
our eyelids now descend
has everything you've said
been distorting?