lestblight

That traverse through my veins

and spin my blood around

falling on sullen doors and deaf ears.

Rolling its eyes past my door and throwing its negligence across my mind

saying what shall come is the same as what shall go

and throwing me further and further into repose

He says!

that ideas belong in circles

and ideas are all we ever have

To make grave vain of passion and flower

to make useless the stars that stopped my dreams

and the lips that felt my words

How mad is he i think

for the graves harken no one but those already dead

They call for no one save the mindless thwarts who are too nimble to admit their own odor

and pass out on lifes floor too blind to move and too stupid to care

Never will i lay myself with these

For as long as my ideas are tact

shall i spin these dreams and move this mouth

with the height of my demon in heavens mouth

and heavens mouth within my flesh