Bones shatter into

Splintering pieces,

Droplets of darkness fall

From the ceiling. 

Evaporation of thoughts

Disintegrating downwards 

Towards pores of stalling traffic,

Air, breath, breaking 

Walls down

With overwhelming noiselessness

Creeping furtively 

Onto your back

Stacking weights of widening

Cinder blocks bit by 

Bit

Biting wind reminds you of 

Existence, eliciting an attempt

To leave itself behind.

Rage smouldering with such seduction

You 

Tuck it away in your pocket

Savour the taste of its burn

So the stirring continues,

until its concoction

Is complete. Completely fills you

too vigourously 

To ignore.

Movement comes before the order

Smashing outside

Inside

It still seeps through the holes,

forcefully again

And porcelain is three million

Fragments of you,

Red

White

Is the paint blue?

Are you?

The world is too white

With sheets on its head,

Eyes roam and

Wonder where they wander, words

Write themselves,

This

Wired mind

Still speaking,

no feeling, 

In dimming bulbs.