Headlong through the morning mist The masquerading shadows wait To take, to turn, to twine and twist Such simple sights that now conflate. Conflict. Confound.
Is it so easy to hate me? I coat myself in silver. All the while You put me on trial And claim to deny the
Take me and wake me Don’t ever forsake me. Slip inside My sunshine smile, As I surrender and dance In the clouds of your eyes.
My mind is a menagerie of moments. Each thought passes a baton to the next Like never-ending relay runners circling, Going around the grey-matter track
Peering through the spaces Between all the places we hide. I will fall and crawl inside you To suck the smoke from your lungs. Inhaling
You know those days. Those myriad ways That thoughts fly forth From haunted halls. They spray across the horizon Like dragonfire belched. Twining trails, like