Wednesday;
faith slipped...

The moonlight blisters my lips;
unconscious of time...

Eighteen years I have,
breathed fire upon lady beetles...

You spoke of
how the sun would...

There is
an oak that sits...

I died,
and yet I was awoken by revolving doors...

I have found my dreams
-calling for you...

I awoke,
to the presence...

To The Brother I Thought I knew.
Burn such flammable eyes a little more...

You are
a halogen lamp, goosebumps and...

I'm not sure if you know this but
seagulls have died here. Their corpses rest...

I have walked your graveyards
with you, stepped over the bones...