i can only believe in a person so much
before they have to walk on their own ******* feet
i can only have so much passion for another
before they have to make their own ******* lungs breathe
and their own ******* heart beat

I cannot be your blood.
My face mask rust
the red of the situation
is dramatic enough

I Hold all the water
deep inside
to gather hydrostatic pressure
to fill up these pipes

to fill your eyes with blood
to calm a raging sea
I wanna hold your love
but this glass case hull lacks the integrity

so motionless I feint
to drink the rays of light
that shine from porcelain face
and calm a dogged night

the moon cries for this iron maiden
the paper lungs puncture
the rush of air seethes pressure
as the lignen lines do rupture

the cellulase has been released
the paper tongue has been caught by teeth
the tracing paper wont map our stars
the universe does not belong to us

I crushed the velvet the stars and the sky
the poise I thought I had fell by the wayside
now I shake in pain in fear in mania
my hands are in my own throat strangling my blood supply to my cranium

this paper lung and iron mask eat each other then collapse
one with out the other isn’t worth its ****
so eat and eat until there's nothing left.

to the root I set my sight

to know the future

I must know the past

and of the earth is the origin

my first embrace must be the tree

where rugged bark shields softness

guarded from extremes

thrown by the world

just inside cambium hides delicate

whose cells are of two worlds

both bark and inner wood

both dark and ethereal at once

I must come to love the sapwood

nourishing the whole system

like ventricles offering out blood

here I come to know the heartwood

as the soul of the entity

although at it’s core

there is fabric death

this death is the strength

serendipity structure centered

a million fibers of cellulose

glued together

lignen bonding the wide

branches of the family