completely repleted
undulations
stake their claim
to hold this form
with puppet strings
that run beneath

a fevered storm
only just encompassed
struggles to escape
the will to deconstruct
and replace the missing parts

thunder shakes
the earth
both lullaby and curse
something sleeps
and something stirs

the metaphor
within my eyes
slithers like a worm
disquieting surprise
mildly disturbed

infantile arms
grasping towards
the sun
endeavor to dissever
all the light
and see what it becomes

emaciated fingers
reach into my eye
drag the key out from behind
and touch it to the sky

strings like water
from the heavens pour
now to weave the web
and forge the other door

from the mist
ascends the opening
where hands of chaos
play with broken things

the skin i'm in
then ruptures
and the captive
staggers forth
to disestablish
all i am

let the fragments
be woven in the fabric
to stretch forever more