i’ve
i’ve
disappeared
into
the uneven
into
the possession
of
drifting
thru’
the sutures
of complacent
suffering
an ill housed
sun is poised
molten
hinged
on it’s
axis of
lament
a crippled
song that
knows no
duration or
length
i’ve
vanished
like the
person
underneath
a grave
digger’s
attention
gone
like those
composted
minutes i
never really
lived in
every face
decayed in
solemn
spires
are sentinel
wrists clutching
disturbed
heaven
firmament
swirls in
migraine
such
permanences
makes me
an atom in
a great
churning
so drowning
keeps on falling
pointlessness
some statues
are absurd and
prey on stillness
to die further
to achieve
undeniable
anchors and
hearses
those that
quicken
perish,
a blades
worth
encourages
complete
heart burst
truly those
that persist
in their thirsts
their driven
heartbeats
are cathedrals
of glass sugar
awaiting shatter