Ammolite

A moon rose

to the ceiling

together we

pray to

birth

.

As soon as

consciousness vibrates

the illusion never ends

.

A white light

glistens and cheers

as you move to the next exit—

.

burying colors of

sound and sound of

appetence stapled to the skin

.

dreams particles laughters

all that you are is silhouetting

the other side of the

.

moon death and the

terrifying god

Soul trickles down your

.

beak surrounds and

grows on your throat

compulsive to completion

.

We hung ourselves moulder

on the fence of life’s

obtrusion and enchantment

.

swaddling by the purifying

fire of time

wiped away all spoor of existence

.

strident and bright

fingers pulsing as if

I’m holding a fast-hearted beast

.

surrendering to the swirl of center

the black hole inside my heart

the unfolding of the spiral of space

.

lights simmering behind the trails

you will remember

the hollow boneless chamber

.

not a single emotion

left in the monstrous instrument

falling apart in the river of life