Spent a long while
Descending round a wrong home
Sick and hiding behind loves
And lulls and pulls
Envolve light
Come running after hues
When nothing is there at all
But cold bright anthelion
Enroll cult hail
It seems we're marching right next to no one
Entrails untied every loss that's inside
Coping, reeling, heaping laughter on
Buried, despondent
Sleep dreamless in fear of waking up
In this body's myopic angle
Locked in parochial list
Slackened, softened face
Waiting to see if i'll
Catch hold of a passive null miracle
Inimical
Sinking morning
Emergent reality washing over
Realization comes that
Ailed ideals will lean quite low in the night
Every err that you own
Unraveling inside this blind loath core
Lift it up
It's every bit as live as the blood
Which flows in breathless amazement of all