your very own cock of the walk
open the unoriginal aspirations behind his eyes
twice taming to impress you
make the moment pur
inside this spine of a capture
seventy hours and dreaming
underneath the unabashed grin
watch it burn in the sky
trying to grow and make your voice louder
to adjust it further
climbing onto this the impress
recapture me
illuminate this figure
try to entice my imagination
watch me run away in a speed unknown to the human eye
wait sixty more years
before i breathe for the last time
or even closer to the formation
in the era of 35
to undue my clothes
present you with my third eye


down it





pose fire where the heart cannot bend
into you further before you extend
both hands to intertwine and tangled
dreaming of each journey when i'm fire
burning deeper each flame be it the survival of us all
remade to penetrate these egg shells and ash
falling into your reign twice
on the third and fourth knock
before you touched my hands
like a mirror image not distorted
put peer in closer for the purest of view
the shape of sounds to leak into your moment








i'll undo the fortunes
that lay beneath my scars
in ward and outward
twenty five waves
of how it feels to hit it hard
an arrow on the right hand
fire in the left to keep us warm
pierce it when we're older
both free of the voices that seek you and me
to do us harm
rather than justice
on the erected twenty fourth of july
when the sun grows cold
and the surface noise speaks to us beyond the sliver in the sky