Nature of that dress
Kerosene tears you weep
It’s the animal tongue I speak
Makes it all seem like a temporary still
Morning rise on hospital beds
Untouched light crushes waking
Begin to read signs replaced
This isn’t jail, this is just a cell
With an easy face to forget
Repeat your name until it rhymes
This way not everything will fall
This desire to become new man
Blocks thoughts of past memories
Try until death to see another
I remember reflections alone at night
With my dead dog on snowy hills
We walked as creators in youth
In woods, he whistles
Solitude as only vessel
Creations made to never be seen
Moss covers feet stuck in dirt
Muted tones release mocking thoughts
Trees surround to take note
Under new rule of self guidance
Wear a mask while walking through woods
Face hidden of an unknown warrior
What’s left behind is my name
More than monuments, these are my beliefs
Read structures to see my future
Those days of eternal sunsets
Drift to sleep with half open eyes
Speak the difference of closing eyes and setting sun
Picture a golden field of grass
Two black figures born against sinking sun
This an image to summon sins
He walks like an old man with empty heart
This is so he can confuse stones and trees
He doesn’t want them to know it’s them who fill his heart
What happened to my stomach?
I can only feel boiling whales rising and sinking
They leap from acid lakes to reach racing moon
To only fall back below the waves of churning vomit
I dream of harpoons
Where trees become stone, break to find paper
With a beating pen, begin to write down names
Faces come to haunt with halved memories
Finally know how to write
First will be letter to man in cage
Words look crooked under light
Pass it over, words turn to color
Give riddle with golden heights
Forced patterns will read signs of victory
Only master can climb cliffs of wordy myths
I’ve made myself lost in field of trees
Overgrown paths forgotten call my name
But I won’t follow until I can spell again
Trees grow to puncture sinking lakes
Craters drip lost water to drown
Trees are meant to save existence in roots
Sincerity never roamed actions
Thoughts made to surpass eyes
Lock second face between doors
Speech of toil ends under bare tree
Winter no longer has sharp tongue to cut with
Listen to words of newly ruling season