Language Architecture 25. high and i’m bi

A vase in her kitchen

Rage follows what I cannot say

I lie under the ice sickles

hanging from your rafter

patiently waiting

The world doesn’t

I’ve never been more comfortable

Go find another body to endulge your gaze

If you could be soil to a dew of truth it won’t serve you, because you’re busy being you, wonderfully so.

In woe seek refuge under my penumbra. Subtly I’ll give you enough to keep go

Keep go? But I want to win, I want to know where to cast the net, when to draw the mast, how to plant 9 bean rows.

Shhhh keep down you’re stomping your feet in a silent crowd. Look closer that’s you center stage, choreography, poise, memorized only you can’t remember learning to dance

How can you learn what you’ve always known, no it’s not in the brain you’re fighting with but trust in me, in you.

Drop the rope with the damned knot in your white knuckled hands

Let jaws drop far and wide.

They will say look here,

In an area the size of dangerous hail,

Right there in his abdomen.

A black hole, contained in a body,

Galaxies of pain swarming inside.

Profound and horrendous magic

To fit so much in one body,

Cursed with one regular size mouth with a pair of shotty vocal chords to try to express.

A pair of equally inadequate hands to move a pen that bleeds sorry attempts to convey.

One human heart that digs for new will to live every time it’s demanded to beat

It’s only once the flesh fades away that I’ll attain grace,

Then, only then when my body melts away

Will they find it suspended in place,

The dark mass that has engulfed all the rain, fog, screams of agony and pain

Spinning with velocity that keeps it tightly wound in a spiraling knot.

Are just over head

Joy or dread

Two or 2

You choose

To sit on the second hand

Or to hang on with both hands

1:1 are the lucky ones

Nail down the tracks

To roll on or to rest upon

Grow wings to fly from

Or to fly, on

Every sound in the world for you