a pillar of white dances,
while this streaked shadow shouts
of actions of a feather and ink
that transports me to this foreign womb.
brillant darkness shines out of
this dreary cape of distant who suffocates
and frozen blood gushes, melting glass eyes
fallen between the hands of a broken clock
a piece of sunset swallows by birds
takes a fundamental end to joy.
a light switch laughs deeply,
a gee-filled seranade to apathy.
shuffled cards spell out the rest,
and discarded eyelashes keep this beat.
Oh, the contrast,
stark and cantering me.
