i see the sound of the void on my lips.
breaths of nothingness whisper their skeletal kiss across plains of remembrance burning with songs of denial. wrestle me down from Jacobian trestles of hope : rungs that drip with forked mouths both of men and of angels. umbilical sTrait jacket strangles my neck and i drown in a sky that is falling with stars :: briny graveyard to which I am long banished from. crows and jackals impregnate dark orchards who float between upside down moons plunging deep into throats of barbed pleasures. phantom fireflies heave with gaunt roots of white suns. i fuck myself to the cries of the winds in your eyes. //shatter the mirror with licks of abandon// step through its tentacled shards of delusion and into the dust. your fantasy is your undoing. your lungs lust for what you call poison, you claw for fruit pregnant with rank condemnation. your sight is what blinds you to symphonic butterflies crawling like worms from your eyes. when you see it, you have to die ……. or you will die. :To find your life, you have to lose it: he said lunar moths rend my veil from the bottom to top. into their hands i commit all my rushes of water and blood. g.Faris
