stream upon sleep

submerged dirt
oceanic worth
oceans worth
of dust
in a landfill

blue curtains
cloud my
sanctuary dreams
a Torah
commentary exquisite

in stone surroundings
overflowing abounding lustful
\we each possess
our own truth
music audio blurring

encircling those things
obsolete obsessive circle
stirring the pot
underneath the brick

i heard groans
an etheric tone
purple ego lazy
sitting there unmoved

a slight prick
of conscience touches
your black ear
oozing closer to

my stone tower
has scarred doors
im ashen wicked
but i call it
love

and darkness knows
when within it
light survives
basking with


the earth
it was
perhaps younger
perhaps it
then bloomed
something somber

under dirt
my own
oceans worth
of dust
standing still

shells break
ballons deflate
nerves jerk
i look'
outside my
windowsill