Darling Darling
You are not okay
Your eyes are wet
And your wrists are stained
Darling Darling
You are not alone
These thoughts are not yours
You don't have to go home
Darling Darling
You can run away
Not to danger
But a place to stay
Darling Darling
Don't you see
You don't need to go
You're safe here with me
Darling Darling
Don't you say it
We won't be better off
We won't celebrate it
Darling Darling
Don't you cry
I know it's hard
So just close your eyes
Darling Darling
I'm right here now
I will love you
I think I know how
Darling Darling
You're alright
Look at you
Living another night
Darling Darling
You're not dead
I'm so proud
Now rest your head
Darling Darling
Look at the time
You're fast asleep
And you'll be just fine
Darling Darling
I wish you'd see
I love you
Just as you love me

I am looking out windows
I am forgetting important letters
and china glass is spilling on the sidewalk.
Upon my tongue dances something liminal and untouched by
the hands of Man
Upon the empty mountain I stand.
Ravaged and far from ripe,
Standing upon the empty mountain I begin to understand:
My eyes are empty.

My eyes are empty.

I'm manic, and so is everyone else around me. We are drowning in our self prophesied nadirs; enraptured in the drama of our lives; enamored with the devils we chose to let live.

We reasoned "What harm could come from this spirit which suffered to bring me such joy, which rose from the depths to meet me in the eye and kiss me on the tongue?"

And we know, the floorboards are soon to split, that the world was not meant to drown all at once.

Mind’s eye gone blind
Mind’s eye shoved in a cage
Cage called home
Cage built from within
Within
Within the unsettled urn
Urn of the pristine
Urn cast aside
Aside weathered/withered eyes
Aside sensation forgotten
Forgotten ferver
Forgotten despite old words
Words once known
Words wisdom had shown
Shown endearment
Shown patience
Patience to seek
Patience to speak
Speak only to find
Speak only to break the divide
Divide between us all
Divide will end in fall

Who knows?
None but myself.
Who has experienced?
None but myself.
Who cares?
Surely, none but myself.

the objects in my eyes dissolve
unto an unending sea
that no one admits having ever seen.

i do not know where to turn from here

for i am forever changed, and choosing to step back from this is still choosing to respond to this.

Though, such should not imply what is typically assumed.

For island do not exist apart from all other things. They are chained to the earth by their foundations.

Let us take from this saying, instead of the formerly agreed upon interpretation, that, to be an island is to be distinct, but not separate from all else.

I've got it!
I found the answer!
Go home everyone, for the world is lucid to me and so it shall be to you
(if you purchase my book for $49.99 and manage to trudge through my ambitiously pompous cacophony of prophetic nonsense).

I wish I could have documented it, whatever it was. I can document the fact that it's now gone, through this, if that's worth anything.
Amidst low lights and dark dances, inspiration came to me - and I was too afraid to get up and shake its hand.

we spent hours
fitting together our bodies
like two voices
reaching through dissonance
in search of unison
like a ritual
like a dance