sinew

butterfly eggs

in my soul

digging in my soil

giving me transgressions

every vein unzipping

to pregnancy, dark residue

on my stained bedsheets

a man was here blown down

his room worn

but well rent

every dark token

every semantic fossil

taken as a whole

to an end

dark passages all then end

to mirrors light a bright spark

sprite-like a puck, blown to darkness is

sworn to secrecy by my blankets

pillaged by my pillow

and exciting mindfucks slipping

the wooden walls crucifying

heavens heads

dissected be

open black venmous

septum,that seperates areas from

senseless aborations

a bible at an end

of translation

confessing insect tears

oppressor, off my legs

i will be sweeped

my furnaces leaking

the sleeping seeking

that which cant be

speaking

directly to me in my dream

desolation of towers just emerging

from my vision, bones and sinew with them

i will be grasping at babels rhythm

with the burning bushes

many sheltered cherebrum

had their shadows with them

then were raped and scarred

ripped,taken from this earth

they slept in the sanctum

and absorbed to another birth

lost and weeping preconfiguring

waking in the dirt