upon me, grey burdened wood
not talking, i used to fill the discomfort
with silences
allay and soak them close to my heart
i only spit and spew on my caution
i cannot sleep and you wake me further
cluster in my neck
hoarding words
hiving my neck
wonderful fragrance of ash
in cold, auras trail off my finger tips
but i am now a human, or rather
too human. my decay apparent
coil in
a rotten and beautiful place
nothing without a blush but fatigue
the path of oil that unsews spirit
a bite on your tender mind
the tide was low, so i could look at the baby crabs in the pools of water. i wonder what other creatures live here.
mismatching socks!
a portal, i followed it to its center.
my vision is blurred
i look at the birds over a
canyon on the marrows, the falls
i sit on the dirt in between silences
brandishly repeating
brandishly unknowing
washing through lapels
and there are no lines outside of myself
i can finally close my eyes by myself
without anything outside of me
