My eyes deceive me
And I can\'t elude this fog
At night I try to escape, smoke evaporates
And I sulk in a waterlogged terminus
Peering through wispy
Hallucinations
Crying in train stations
Inwards oceans filtered through blue guts
Blue capsules of moonlight dripping
Planted in dark woods
Reviving bittersweet truths
There\'s no time to breathe in this smoky room
Of regrets simmering to the brim of rock
Husband jilted, I care for you like an antique
But I\'m weak from all this push and pull, valuable
Craft when you take things for granted and make art
Silence in rain
I look to the stars and bleed thoughts of freedom
Red danger in a liquid brain
With every teardrop and every poem
With every one of Plato\'s boys
Every ubiquitous soliloquy and every leakage
Every gamut of storms
I bloom under dark sun
I bloom under dark sun.