return

this sleep

is being climbed

into

the outline

refilled

if blood could

rejuvenate

another

i

would

over in the

seeped world

over in the crept

world, frayed stood

where the landscapes

are grey seizures

you’ll never

come thru

the fiery tips

of morning,

this dream will

thaw, its door

i grieve you thru

ink trying to

be a smile yet

faces only full

goodbyes,

glimpses

and fading

 reminisces

everywhere isn’t

to dream

of nothingness

is to wake

empty, to

wake in

breath

being held

trees grasped still

birds sewn into nests,

the daffodil’s yearning

for up is sucked into

backwards into the

bulb of its rich cot

into its gaoler of

sap knots, a shadow in its suitcase

nothing has

nothing to give,

it is a dead

annunciation,

a sunlessness

a defeated spire,

a mortuary to the lost

facet

see yourself

see the mirror

infected with

a copy, a

smile that

isn’t really,

flat as a

staple

outlines

aren’t being

hateful, a

swipe of

a gaze

realises this,

edges are

not all touches

themselves

yourselves

disappointed,

half lit there

by mirror-

swallow

trying to

gulp every glance

two us

mitotic

resemble

sameness

one inert

other feels

wrongness

a guess in a shape