and each weeze a corrosive churn.
My eyelashes become mallets
Pegging my sight down.
In ground.
Every raspy word lifts
Like steam in your cauldron
Boiling and reacting and
Unhurting
The only way we can to ourselves.
We’ll collect the remains
And archive the strains
But my mind will forget
As my body witholds.
And my brain will smile
At new seasons
And trends.
Forget the old, forget the current.
The future is definite so hold it
Precious.
Even though my breath can’t catch
Up. And I’ll still lie.
I’ll still lie.
I’ll still lie.