sleight rip in the stings of a violintings of strings, a cage of wooda pack of cards flipped to piecescatching cats against the breathsanother window minutes beforethe cage rots away, giving moreshine to the seeds stuck in a holerolling as thunder, a touch of shockone second from midnight freightsdeceiving the curls among the cloudsit takes …
to go up while falling, to grind while soothing,to survive while failing, to grant while moving,to catch while dying, to trying while crashing,to ripping while gathering, to raining while biting,every day
frost covered,cloud frothed,horizon bound,mushroom cloud,seen through skin,bothered bones,cast cuts,droplets green,mothered mass,waves away,breaking throughto another side. to the otherside.
straining, straining, in the moment, trying,dying, straining, to bringgaining, feigning the strainat the end of the night,out of time, no brain,straining, straining,to maintain the rain.
when time is running out,I see two eyes in the blackness,telling me to...break from the chains holdingeach limb, blast of rain,a left arm of grief,a right arm of torment,a left leg of a thief,a leg of an advent,leading towards a ripin the tapestry,searching for a cureto madness,breaking a pattern of sadness.
a single word, all that's there, the only thought about, that tracks with tricks to maybe try again,dying, to breathe,rebirth to a state of tears,thinking only thoughts about,trying again
with every choice to live, to lie, to linger.with every thought in mind, to quell my racing heart. that never wants to be subdued. a flare in a maze,a drop on a dune,my heart races to always live, to never sleep,with every choice to breathe, to find my four directions,and find a line to follow.
Spotting one leopard spotWilted, the heart hurts, just trying to bloom belowthe snow, inside the shallowhall, adorned with red, blue, purple,black, yellow, green, light brown,wilted but never fading.
out along, outer rim, aloft on firerunning out of airask one and diewithout a drop turning scars to pillars and roots reignfrom rot, and brought to its kneesdotting theoutsideto be just enough
through world after world, flashes of screens, cracks in fire,we fly, we fall, we see nothing but black,when sails unfurl, and the means to charge down,grafted by barbed wire, strewn to a wall,blight and wails, cries and mauling,we see nothing but black. we see nothing but waves of ruin,barrels of brew, to brush or doom,soon …