Gnawing & Climbing

(Such madness, coupled with insanity—ever to long and perish

a nightly heartbeat.) We crawl to rise, thumping at songbirds

and plucking feathers. I touched a pendant and broke an anklet,    

gnawing at something invisible. Such degrees of death, duty

and glory—kneeling eye to eye with phantoms. I value such

birth and ash—grit and pain: a phoenix: the fire of souls. Ever

we live, gripping cross and chain, covered in essence and life;

and I love the haze in you: a lilting fog. What to give, mingled

with madness, speaking a foreign language! It’s ever a thirst

for light: an emerald glance, gnawing at granite earth. Tell with

voice, signs, and tears: the furthest regions of insanity. Climb,

hike, and kayak through a synaptic gap; and promise not, a safe

return; for spiders web, and cobras fang both heel and bone.

Plus, bark and rock bear witness the death of longing souls.