every cell

bound by my cells i am ruptured
in your falling of eyes and helpless in
your moments of despair.
quant flies with butterfly wings
console our wide casted nets;
cages with miracles imbedded
further and clearer and
my eyes have healed from the
organized lava this chain fed
me.

give me your freedom and love

me till the clouds fall apart and

inside the abyss of shiny metallic

nightingale songs.

with rained on flames

we are separated eyes that

breathe in one indigo realm...

and breathe out infinity

fatigued lava lit

nothings.