In the throws of the ruby red river that flows through this
Darkening concrete devouring ghosts that float by,
I'm with them.
Up in the current and taken in whole
I've been struggling, strangling, others in tow.
Have my eyes, gone missing?
Imagining sequences, playing back visions by
Stereo air and fragmenting emissions
I lost and found in.
The loneliest thing in the shape of a fist
that I wish I could bring in this bitter abyss
is my, petrified heart.
Still pounding.
Out on the balcony, reaching out to
design this epiphany
and what the sidewalks will do
In the process, its the means to the end
it's the glass bottom vessels and the depths that extends to the space,
between us.
( *single strum)
But I'd never be able, my knife's at the table with yours,
Immortal.
( *single strum)
except all that you are and stand for guide me toward
Your portal.
Your portal x6