over moonshadow lake

my reason for living weaves

my eyes are looking tired 

and didn’t like the mirror already

sky riser fooking wired

hands ridden white the terror steady


dedicate myself to the honour in laziness

its what she urgently needs

predicate thyself through the morrer in craziness

this rot sea burgeoning viral weeds


i’m losing my light

the way ahead ceases to be

when i close my eyes and think of the future

i see the cold beauty silently


elliptically reeling


shining silver highlights


the rim of my eye socket


brimming


the collected blessings of dew


rain-polished smooth 


bluewhite 


traversing


tiny spider


gracing her skull cave


in death...

i am shelter

i have purpose-

structural benevolence


liquid stars reflecting


she regards them


spellbound