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