the roots have begun

to withdraw

and hirsute trees

take the sharp breeze

dropping lifetimes

dewdrop followers

resist but night

has them swallowed

a swan pursues

the sky’s sparkle

until vagueness ensures going

webs cease their

jewels

cease the cocoon’s gristle

taken from,

this hollow

can fill up a sea

and the constellations

i had turn their ashes

into broken ideas

words are swollen with

open with

decadent rotten wrists

and the page remains

bare

no pen wants to haemorrhage

spilt rain even when

sun caught

there’s no lustre

edges have brought

me here

to sullen

and the view is

ripped

and dipped with seagulls