crying dry years of matte
facial expressions from your
mute chest and deaf eyes.
help me find the moon so that
i may ravish in your glowing
waterless falls of tears in gas
of grass and dead seas. i preview
you and moon your rain to
proceed us unto glorified
mountain's full of hated
memoirs. a memory of the
minority in us as we sip
the cree of our ancestral
trees. i wake around your
periphery and dance with
untamed
lights crying dry years
of pain and trough those tunnels we
forget about those tunnels we
forgot about.
but i in i and you
in i. omniscient children
of star struck tunnels
made by my inner guiding
crystals freedom parted
seas of beyond and supreme
of meaningless waves of
ducked in earths;
moon eyed deaths.
