It amazes. We crossed paths, like birds, unseen, forgotten, holding to an image.
We never met.
Like passing through ghosts, banshee chains, bled marrow,
so intricate, brain soil, to imagine something so crafted, only
feelings, emotions, logic angry as hell, calm spirit, looking at literature, knowing something foul took place, knowing my part, just because I thought it, never is it over, to the damn grave!
Tinted glass, sealed fates, with not much to see.
I glamourize us, such fair/unfair creatures, a giggle in a shower, a smell inside, an outer odor to it, always something, damn it, slam a shot, laugh at myself, wish to Father, kneel in humility, so many elements to a man.
The insides tremble. The fire is coming. The flame flickers.
