glimpses of the crescent light
elusive, blew beneath the tether
whispering backwards wisdom
amidst a symphony of wandering now
nights waning on blurred horizons
unfurling geometries of stone
the only truly revelatory geometry
forming unsealed commandments
as misty fright fills your lungs
with unfathomable celestial artistry
the horizons curtain current aborts me
entangled in the sleepy branches
of a screeching sharpness feedback tree
frail invaders decay their sadness
on their tongues of withered sticks
skinning trout alive on scrolls of sadness
below homes of the tethers lobe window
wilted with the heads of deviating red
with a demeanor sea of blue whatever
with a malignant moon
now made of fanciful ribbons
teething tantamount
to a lovers growth release fountain
saturated with unbridled mussels
plowing my soul into a wall of glass shards
and stuttering prayers from the backside
suffering amid the thunder of agony
aching to whisper unsaid worlds
the last sounds of long extinct music
we laid her eyes down in an endless forest
his was a love beyond any fruitful gaze
a recurrence of sabotage and hate
the face of god passes through my hands
like quicksand shores of solace
frying the minds of the severed meek
and the divinely digital sea cramp
suddenly synced with smeared knives
so excited for their shuttlecraft
to take them to the place on planet twenty
where their urinals will bleat
in glassy becoming, swinging our chain link
prosperity will come for us all
stunted hard drives succumbing
to the dirge of sensory data
and the inevitability of disembowelment
these barren lands unfold before us
the lowest canister tails us in melancholy
with the leaves and buds in tragic ales
the soap embedded in my ring
not scared, but burnt on purpose
her teeth are too slippery
her summers tongue too agile
in my winters mouth
love with her is as if a digitized dream
though he is dreaming of it too
i take his fear all wet and with me
into something resembling yesterday
riding dolphins into the synthetic sky
we soar beneath the blanket
of the world wide web
intertwining arms
we move wastefully
to another dead zone
between and beneath
snow inchings singing
of hate and wolf vomit
an elvish lunar ribbon
silvery in its depiction
jostling the virus
we visit the old worlds we used to worship
the elves lead us on our way
cracked congratulations on the floor
where the last of the light has taken us
its lonely though, falling back through the ruins
the shattered lightbulbs of his love
penetrate my skin, and sing to me
i learned that we were all angry
since we learned to love the both of you
emboldened