i awoke at the sign of
obsession
nor can i recall
the incision of such
a poisonous blank stare
into dusk     the anguish
and disgust embedded into
subconscious lucid atmos
has got to remain at
     a sincere halt
as the .25 percent
of whole that i feel
can't even express how
                  low that is
a lack of oxygen
impairs neurons to
reciprocate any
       negativity
a deep breath
    diluted vision
and a memory of
passionless lust
is
          awareness

love is seeping
through the walls
again
a desire left unkempt;
waiting for her
to say
it's okay

i watched her wash away
the blood from her fingertips
amazed
she looked
with an
amorous gaze
what are you afraid of

she claims me as
hideous departure
an object of pure disgust
an extension of myself
weathered from wrinkled fingertips

i long for her
like the sea
to the ocean floor
she waves over me
and consumes me whole

incisions
of daily
precognitions
fault line
into my dreams
where it's
destiny
here in pure formation
her love &
understanding

dreams of triumph
      yet still going
         unnoticed
        in wariness
          they clap
im not what they expected