With raiment bedecked by the grey, cloudfilled sky and the larks song pouring
on the dying day the chain upon my limbs, groping
the fleshless wounds,
devoured the yearning bowels of compassion from foetal darkness.
Sleep derived from falling to escape
where the dreamless pursuit is shattered, fused by contrivance
from stained womb, drowning in the air so thick
that the vapours of passion drop to your feet.
"From this angle it almost looked human
But the hole in the ocean
just swallowed me up"
Down here you may hear a sharpened scream
forming featureless, enfettered states
that have me tearing
the walls of danger
down here all is dark and dazzling
Slain by bliss and grief I kissed the raindrop on your taut, wooden cheek
to reveal an empty cry that passed
in the swaying of the breeze.