an impeccable tautology

nevermind

the nights
the slides against
the moves away from
nonchalance
towards absence

i've been waiting all night for you
this is everything
you are belief
you are salvation

I am flesh, bound
until you untie me

i feel lost

the world i know has turned to clay
the thing of it smothered beneath

i am full of petty wants
and lumber through the days

refire

our whats are more
comprehensive than others
with a clear connection
we chain to each other,
repeat

this is where the men with the dogs were

to be free
to be on fire, at least

everything, always
all spark in the coronaed
slow explosion

burning to nothing
novel nova
little star
baby blackwhole

built for everything;
ignominy aside

the see-through lepidoptoptimist

are pinned under
or collapsed against

briskly, i suppose

coafoalbin

dragged
sooted and besotted

to burn and crumble
with the rest