I have demons slaying, my agony
My dreams are an elastic clothed skin
My absolute runs with the she - a formation kiss
By day a star in formation cuts like a razor
By night a moon with plunging orgasm argument
Though my organs creep to titillation forward in a strong jacket
Going blind
Bringing desert hot sand
The roots of nobody human blowing miles away each night -
its hot and it doesn't matter
I accept the nobody’s intervention
I know the trees have not seen
My rain in unholy and unholding sweep
Though it is dry my wounds become wet
The idea of it and its mood, the moon and its deadly talk
Pacing and beatin up
To the freeze and unfreeze of confusion
Like mistakes going cold and grabbing
I feel the ice of diamonds - drinking reckless so strapped to my coldness
