Soft cathedral daggers over a whisper of hot flesh
you unfolded a chariot
blossoming into moonshine
echoing in eternity
there is only
this
what more need we ask for
but
this

People see the world they want to see
and nothing more
their individual perceptions color endlessly
But they never take the time to find out who is coloring
they color unconsciously
becoming a prisoner of their hallucinations

We speak a broken language

we mirror

we fall and forget

and stumble into broken shards

of the mirror

that cut us and make us bleed

the only way we can think to remember

our nature…..

were all masochists

because were stumbling on purpose

blood spilt on the other side of the world

makes us all anemic