08.10.2009
What the letters did on a silky night.
They’re not in the bones, not in the hearts,
they’re starting to move, groaning apart.
The creepers, they smear, seep into the lungs,
comforting sounds, asunder, above.
Have them away, having their way,
coming along, coming away.
Stopping them now, stopping the strays,
watching them grow, awake and ablaze.
Noises, they’re louder, white, blue and green,
noises are louder, those that can be seen.
Quieting verses, throw them away,
awash in the sea, god saved them anyway?
(non-content comment: … right.)