And here. 
Among wights. 
Missing all tickets not sold. 
Calling all who lived and felt. 

It is colder and the wounds are raising. 
And again with revenue not as to portray. 
"It is gone." She says. 
And I dream. 

Of that razor which left with my heart. 
And who steals my blood daily. 

Though not is in compost. 
Poisoning flowers. 
Oxidizing. 
And fermenting the soil. 

Soon again. 
I will drink. 
My ears warm. 
The morn bring air leashed. 
 A chuckle at present. 

Of the last. 
Of past words misunderstood. 

Once of four. 
And once of five. 
And yeah, we speak in high tones. 
In vague terms. 

Of times arrived. 
Departing flights forgotten. 

Many moments undersold. 

Still I taste. 
A forced kiss. 

Too loved to unleash. 
And so I wonder who said, "Who?"

Oh bother. 

Speech of idiots. 
Words ******. 

And I deny all salves. 
All soothing. 
All encompassing. 
Sweet chestnut colored love. 

Curves to hold and suffer subsurface. 
Sans scars. 

Food tomorrow. 
After today, food tomorrow. 

I recall her taste. 

As recalled I remember. 

The violence. 
And pride.
After the meal. 
The tears and the urination. 
After the theft. 

I swam. 
With those who denied. 

And those who gave. 
Who took?

She sat. 
And I swam 

And they spoke. 
The water. 
I emerge on new skin. 

Skin of those before. 
Of dreams wondered. 
Dreams failed. 

I pursued and entered. 

A feast. 

A drink. 

Soft pelts.

A bed and works of excuse. 

Drowned in water. 

Drowned in love. 
Temporal. 

My sweet ancient temple. 
The sky's of false truth. 

And the ******* of an angel. 

The miss of one married. 
Scarred. 

Loud speeches. 

Parades across the globe. 

And hopes of love. 

Goodnight sweet prince.

We bear her weight now. 
Though she is come to a place of love and true peace. 

And for love we bury. 
We burn and place weight upon all's heart. 

In infancy, the heat is felt. 
And a cold stare given unto a star above. 

A star unknown. 
To the pulp it's place is glowing. 

We pray and ask for love to return. 
We fight the war. 

And we rest. 
At night we weep and sharpen steel. 

To rise in dawn. 
In new shades, with new holds. 

From home we march into cities. 
Those to be unknown and forgotten. 

We leave the children's laughter. 
Place blood in hands and spill dirt on bone. 

To those with graves, we dig.  
We curse and find the roots. 

We struggle to breathe. 
The Earth becomes heavy, growing more with our breath. 

She was to be loved. 
And she was to live. 

For the lie, we suffer. 
Having never known her voice. 

Having never seen her gaze, we dream. 
And we see her with us. 

Holding us. 
Loving us all. 

We become selfish. 
And we stray from her. 

With image in hand we plot. 
And we wonder when our time to love will pass. 

It does not. 

So we fight her war. 

Hers of so long ago. 

Of a heartache so royal. 

And of a heartache so tainted. 

We place our bones in the Earth. 

We pay penance for our poverty. 

In our lacking we become numb. 

And there is none so lovely. 

There is none so pure. 

As we have read. 

As we have painted.  

We love her and died with her. 

Before birth. 

We curse the king which sold our maiden. 

We curse those which began our war. 

We pray for peace. 

For her and for you. 

We loved you.

There I fixed it.
I fell into this.
Solitary.

Moment.
For the....
For the transcending.

I thought I had it.
But I misplaced it.

Place an arrow upon my shoulder.

Call out.
Find it.

Bridge and chorus.
Enter.

Me.
And my teeth.
Dreams of simple love.

Live on roads.
Exist at home.
In your throat.

Your once happy ending.
A threat sears.
Blue.
Blue and true.

My teeth and your home.
And we hold.
Stimulate.
An ounce removed.

Sweat and move.
Towards others.
Above ourselves.

And my eyes remove.
Over and over.
Into grey pain.
Tear.

A flower appears.
In warmth I fall.
Into blood and savage mixture.

So close to hurt.
And smile.

And to breathe.
Breathe you.

The strings below my torch.
Oh, I try to do and come undone.

Fade.

Bodies.
And a place to contract my stomach.
A home to lose my self in.
All theses things return.

And now that I've returned,
there are some with bands.
Some have lost,
some have found.

And for so long,
my wonders have failed me.

Those walls all fade and the light is deafening.

Still mistaken.
Forever underground.

As in cargo ships.
Fear takes pictures below.

My heart inside stone ballasts.
Saving letters.

I burn it down.
I burn it down & walk away.

Correct.  
Ate, now sick.

Years ago fruit grew.
My wound grows skin with wine.

& she burns.
Price payed for pale beauty.

Still alive.
My torch home.

I search for my children
Frozen in winter's grace.