Toxic is the air invading the space between my mouth and nostrils
grown a fool waiting for love to sprout on winged petunia
I’ve clawed my heart to recover crystals that glistens darkness in my eyes
Fear has returned to torment a dusty cobwebbed casket.
A ripple of the river reflects the subtle complexity of existence
An existence separated by colours, seen and unseen. Gold and silver.
Separating further into hues that are too bright and overly sharp.
I fear I have triggered a cascade of events.
Pillars of white ricochet their luminosity, giving the illusion of separate divinity, or separate existence, dividing life and living, body and soul, is there a difference between living and breathing?
I may very well be buried under an oasis of doubt, coughing up sputum and goo, invading the intangible crevices like a broken mannequin underneath a glacier.
And I have survived, I mean I’m still living — and breathing.
The stars shine so bright that they rip a hole in a time-space continuum
and all I wish to do is swim in the penumbra of twilight.
Collect kisses from a thousand crows
As they nest on top the clay that holds the secret to my doubts.
I’ve sworn a vow to do better. I’ll be better. I’ll hold a matchstick close to a furnace and bask in it’s golden glow.
I will light a candle close to my heart and let my tears bounce off it’s flames. I can do it, just you watch.
I can make the sun and moon kiss in cosmic bureaucracy.
The emo in me is like a sand that won’t let you see the delicate ocean circling in my eyes.
You need not look at me, if you wish not to. But I bid you,
Remove the anchor that weighs so heavily on my ankle.
Find me in a kaleidoscope of doubt.
Follow the trail of lost serendipity in my voice.