Silver paths on ceilings. Jagged corner of spine. Irregular wishes suspended from lips. In illness long have ye journeyed. Brows hang heavy with the shadows. Alas! Slumber took you gently with its odor of exposed veins. Time cowered beside tears invisible. Glowing in atmosphere. Clouds choke the choirs. In illness long have ye journeyed. Brows hang heavy with the shadows. Alas! Slumber took you gently. Damp breeze of sleeping veins. Your blind faith found its ocean; Wet with dreams that waterlogged the spirit with pocketfuls of sunlight.
“What knoweth thee of the mountain in the sky?”
Just a mile from the moon. Knee deep in a flurry
of snakes. Lonely shores with thickest skin.
Footprints bold across bones. Damp breeze
of sleeping veins. Silver paths on ceilings.
Jagged corner of spine. Irregular wishes
suspended from lips. In illness long
have ye journeyed. Brows hang
heavy with the shadows. Alas!
Slumber took you gently.
With its odor of exposed
veins. Damp breeze of sleeping veins.