like a wild fire taxidermy animal chase

• Horizonlessness

• Lingering

• Wishbone

• Sun drops

• A song for the end of the world

• What does time look like?

• Crossing distances

• Expands from a spaceless within

• To the edge of…

•What can be loved

• Possible parallel

• Vesper whispers

• Wandering the sublime

• Malediction

• Resonance/Dissonance

• Atrocity

• Observations

•Cloud murmurs

• Uncertainty (a photograph)

• Staring backwards

• The rescinded self

• Dust mote

• Countdown

• Kept in a jar

• Leap from the spotlight

• Head and heart

• Another chance

• The ends of the earth

• Castle of light

• Foxtrot

• Ascention

• A flight moment

• Open the sky

• Rosebush maze

• Sculptural phrases

• Water, stilled

• Field of lanterns

• The long return home

• Firefly night

• Can you hear the grass?

• Click

• Lovebirds

• Heartbeat songs

• The last puzzle piece

• Animal parade

• The golden looking glass

• Horse-drawn carriage

• Sunflower stalks

• Gilded wings

• A walk through the garden

• Moonlit blossoms

• Antique room

• Bridge

• When starless eyes remain

• Lightning life

• The world, askew

• Love will always echo

• Distortion and its many eyes

• The walk to knowing darkness

• A lifetime of farewells

• Strange moon collapse

• Midnight crowd

• Lonely lightning / Unknown thunder

• A relic carved from human love

• Oh beloved, who could catch your eye?

• Guardian of the heart

• Thrown into the lake

• Purveyor of truths

• In every garden there is a secret

• Hollowed words

• Forest in the air

• Snake eyes

• Forget-me-not Cliff

• Perpetual dinner guest

• A glint in the dark

• A creature of your own making

• Un/locked doors

• Dried flowers

• A memory burn

• Mirrors of obsidian

• Out from the darkness springs the light

• Phantom heartbeats

• To cross the bridge of sighs

• The day, nevermore

• The clock of immortality

• Shadow corners of the skull

• Ice caps for fingertips

• Stopped watch

• Graveyard roses

• Red patience

and realize,

you’ve been screaming crying sobbing

up at the canopies above For so long

that your ears

won’t stop ringing.

The golden mass of roots around you

won’t

stop

ringing.

And your face won’t stop dissolving.

*****

What happens after that,

Well,

That is something

you keep between you and yourself.

That is something

you purposefully drag behind you

as your molten footsteps

Leave the evidences of whoever you hoped you were,

forever struck across the distance

of the forest-not-to-be.

This is not a happy history of the self, not quite yet.

So,

What must it feel like to not have the need to jump your leg like you’ll die if you don’t? If you don’t let out all of those negative charges, if you don’t get to feel every blood vessel you’ve ever known? Have you ever seen a map of human blood vessels? Have you ever answered any question, any at all, that you’ve posed to yourself?