i.

above leaves black the
days a tired agony outlined in
ash swallowed by black
seas cold night a warmth of
sorrow eyes settle on the
void
blood warm heart hums
untouched
unrealized the
dream’s end affixed with
lost knowledge beyond emptiness a
dark wind winds through mind afire
rope of
dawn buried yet resolute
shuttered twilight
soft, illusory
time wanes, dark and shadowed,
at last these moments revealed

ii.

dark and full of no light this
dream persists
voices clatter break the limbs
set fire to blood
steps lead into visions
languid and serene
to sleep
to drift
forever
in seas of flesh
crippled sun
throat of nervousness
farther apart
we grow
the blame is mine
the hour is late
crimson skies early
foretold this solemn doom
dead moon
rising warm
wings of sparrows light the
spinning sun sick with
joy
the words spiral and sing