The last transmission.
In Heaven you will wake again.
Your ******* will flee and your eyes will close.
Demora the shadow will fall.
The light will cloak and strengthen you.
Your sleep will not stay.
Greet each other with pockets overflowing.
I am woken from my sleep.
Every oil shed of your skin.
A stench to remind those of all forgotten.
Destroy the monument.
To the fallen.
Require no payment.
With this silence in my head.
An observation may run free.
In and out.
With pressure.
Never.
without.

Six hours ago my bones stopped stirring.
And now they scarcely ache.

The last transmission.
I've burned my oldest friend.
All of these numbers are lonely.

You say,
all of this heat is smothered.
And for me to lift and never be able.
Crawl around the back and shine your light to bring again the wake.
And there is no one digging.
There are no hills for you to sever,
Every land you raise will settle.
A camouflage stain slowly in the forest.
Starting with Jung, staying quiet with few hopes of weapons.
Feel the vague spectacle.
Beyond your scope.
The sun draws mistaken.
A lie for the evening.
This is no warmer.
This is not you leaving.

The last transmission.
From the porch, tones entangle.
The knot is a loss.
The soft scales break your waters.
The gleam revals the rlin.
To pieice your heart and question why not sooner.
It is trust.
You must follow, you must not stray.
The fable sings of loss.
A brash whimper.

Lesen.
Je suis si triste.
Déchiffrer.


For what I deserve.

Let us watch your demise.
One thousand or two thousand syllables to flush from my heart.
The images may also vanish.
Oh
this isn't that new of a thing.
A story to tell.
Be still please.

I am removing your troubles.
Become more still.

I am injecting pleasantries.
Moving from my core.
Into your pores.
A river of warm oil.
And try very hard now to see yourself in these words.
Or the cliches inbetween.

Deep down you pray to a lord.
Falling prey to girls and boys and infant's stillness.

We've all said.

Women grow from your heart and ghosts form in their shadows.

The heat in the wood.
The nourishing crumbs.

A transition.

A stolen set of locks.
Binding the kingdom to Heaven.

It could be so still.

We are a few characters short.

Speaking, telling no stories.

And this brings me a new phone to make sure you're aware and

Tin fills my stomach

A rate this steep and that light became old. But not without my hair tightly covering all this darkness.

My mind brings me back to the wax. Somewhere. But not the table top

Taxable and unable to keep up. Put my teeth away?
And oh this isn't so new.

Another ending. Repeating. For one but really
I made noise also.

Very strong American noise.

Very very strong American noise.

This is too strong.

This noise.

Little corners chewed away.

Tinder.
Awakening with whales.
Awaiting some take away.

Some belly.

It is noise.

I'm changing you.
Oh?
You haven't begun to.
Yes.
I have, listen.
Nothing now, the blood is removed.
See, over there.
Shattered now, nerves severed.
I can't take my eyes off you.
Higher!
Oh lord.
Go on, exaggerate.
Oh lord,
Go on & now envy me.
In between you.
Higher, I hold mountains higher,
reduce fatigue &
perform faster,
letting a moment last longer.
Wetter & warmer.
Now.
Though now, it is false, cold movements
which you are craving.
I can't take my eyes off you.
Searching in that dead forest.

Change.
More falls down.

Rage.
More rises & I'm held again.
Envy you.
& scratching his eyes out, piece
by piece.

There was something missing, a tone that seperates.
Here it is now.
Full treble trembles & drones on.
Love you.
Burden, oh not here.
Show me those cells, those tan, taut chambers of desire.

In the light,
brutal patterns of heat.

An ache so sweet, held back
released now
forgotten & wanted
again
over & over,
loved you.

It's this now.
Please me.

Please me now,
know that in time things have been what they seem.
I am running, I am walking,
All these things & sometimes & it seems that without you here I am just rotting.

A soon to be lump
in a soon to be
abandoned apartment.
Lamps off. Curtains drawn.
Smoke is stale.
& choking those who enter finding me, cleaning me.
Dressing me &
finally burying me.