I saw you as soon as I arrived
sitting across the room...
the undying and the unknown
come together as a massacre...
you said the jewels on skin
were a deep seated desire...
music is plucked out of tables
that are being polished for breaths of new air...
what chances would there be
that the sun, the moon, the mars, venus, mercury...
Before the dawn of time’s first breath,
Before the light of morning’s crest...
if the stars were merciful
they would have taken your fingers...
you're embalmed
with peace, honey...
for i'll drive all the knives i can find
into my own heart...
the voices retch inside me:
a little bit of fine dust...
is that why when the moon masks
you count everyone in the middle of your sleep...
here you are braving a step
to free fall from towers that can take...