grey lights and shadows murmur gramophone static
carelessly placed in slipshod manner
I gravitate towards dangerous grounds, pulsating
marble stones left by the window sill
I wipe myself from the furniture and wake up statues
slumbering eyes, burrow and grow
words placed effortlessly on the candlelit walls
sing songs of freedom and glorious rapture
in disbelief as I look around, wondering how I came to be here
it is not simple to close the mouth of a wound
the puerile leaves flounder through storms of ignorance
anxious when I see a bulb of moths in unison
I keep to myself on train rides to the outer city limit
the countryside I pour my heart into
when I\'m in hotel rooms, I smell the coffee lingering
I hear the voices of loved ones sewn into time
a little cluster of dancing bodies come alive in the rain
worship the muscle of a man in war, eyes bloodshot and open
torn from the shelter of primitive being
I speak to you in a language only we can understand
soft petal fragrance on my hands
I look to the stars for guidance, the graceless nights of vomit
I buried my darkest secrets with the blood of a poet
and from the ashes my cold hands grow vines, ruined lullaby
study the decay of mind
when something appears out of nowhere
it\'s a strange thing to think I\'ve lived my lives in many oceans
looking through mirrors, through souls
through hallways of momentous embrace and opium
the flowers in my mouth bleed drifting oceans
a tapestry of silence like a train running through my head
when I was young and reverent
my limbs were on fire, but the light was rare.