return me to this age you’ve fallen to before
a timeless, shapeless gift of ideals rich in process of thought
it sits below surface unable to breathe or escape above derma…
you’ve returned me motionless to vaporize within this ventricle
of hot steam within this language of longing
that now escapes and scars me…
lost in the fury of non-techinique abscess groans under skin
sitting it out or waiting to explode rich wet with desire
but wordless in frustration skin crawls bringing itching allergic reaction
syntax escapes into every minute as distraction wins each syllable loses to sound
shimmering silver in its intensity it disappears leaving nothing…
the deepest scratch offers no relief as nails rake skin
the deepest longing brings nothing to this unfilled void
what brings you here night after night to land’s end
where is that moon that hung at fenceline moving closer to reach in the night
then disappeared…
explode this ink to word word to paper paper to ravaged skin
skin to fingertip fingertips pounding to screen screen instead darkens
to scream after scream…
whyare you here questioning its reasons for wisely falling into the night
by falling it escaped smiling while leaving me silenced in this darkness
etching into me its line and slivers of lonely isolating night
but hear the whispers
while i stay fallen in its wake
