and thought itself is dread

sometimes

begs to grip a taller hand

while quivering on the clipped

lithium dawn

facedown

 

though now

a vital non mover

playful as a frozen clue

what if friction is as cold

is as still

as hateful hearts?

 

when all out of truth

we used dream ears

throat upon throat

 

nineteen welcomed shadows

a sun seven times industrial

strength distressing the walk

to our tender entombed

skin tight where sight

must refrain

 

and it creeps

this gravity atop

the entwined decline of many

 

around wisely piled iced cable

playing upon

or tasted as such recital

 

you litter this chapter of human

vitiation so swiftly pulled to bone

yet trapped with what thought to

write of resurrected equality?

 

history lights the “what happened”

briar kicks the syllables of splitting

stone, the endured tattoo, the cropped

wonder as if earth might still wash a happening

hope in the skyline claws or three wake

crescendo

yet when

twig

and chemistry

and balm

and guile

crest the length of each warning

six encrypted winds shall play

butterfly

 

my hauntings lie pushed pastel

around the barrage line of sitting brush

 

the day itself a filthy herald

of hateful stoked anatomy

and gripped hypocrisy in sheets broad

and read

 

derelict nature closes each chaptered dream