opaque visit

nearly,

haven’t you fallen

yet?

hasn’t

yesterday swept into

forgetfulness

where the stale cliffs

like shoulders peer out?

where

ruins of words continue

ashore

without

being written or given lungs to

form,

ink-swelled

and bloated

hasn’t

the idea been met with

tiredness?

a dream that can’t

quite unfurl,

a city of myself is

gallant

but ultimately thwarted

tuesday

tells me it’s time to wake

so

ease from this petal-deep-

precipice

that falls forever if you want,

oh

how i do, i want its forever

want

this slow plummet to last,

fill me

with the skies that are gold

and

red buRning gasps, let me

blow

away with death

if only

but happening

always comes

always arrives,

there’s a delirium

beyond the pane

that thrives its

pattern of migraines

stop

the axis from the globe

i

am wintry now and so full of

holes,

stars aren’t for wishes but

escapes

for elsewhere