The force that drives me Drives the wind through the water That smashes my internal tree Cannot but be my reaper.

Shout this dying light in fused be… Concocted a fever in a badger spel… Swept of a mask in a trembling cha… A hunt bleeds the ground swells Numbing the nose from nail

I showered this rainy autumn  Thus far; I’m unscathed, I guess A heart unblemished is unused It must have the wrinkles and stai… To show the merit of the cause

Midnight struck three times tonigh… Beneath the bellowing of the circu… And those lime-ridden creatures We call conscience A hammer that shrieked with drowns

It ran down my throat, creeping li… Ringing like death, reminding me o… Of one where I was molested of my… And I cannot fathom your wings They grasp at my eyes

This moon is my pickled nerve It grasps my sides, by spear Feeding the wolves That rests hidden beneath This quivered lips

In these so calm lights culminate… Born out of truth-bearing soil As hearts bend on earth’s orbit A verse to the times of our forgot… Dreamt of a fever, splitting the e…

Quietly these psalms are called up… Sought for council  About this canary above my window Chirping a wondrous whistling That rang in my ears like Sunday…

Patience whispered in shrouded sum… Coined in a ringing springing seas… And washed over in mercury gleamin… A shot in cabined doors Scraping the haunted floorboards

My flower-wise passion drives You away to graves of my people That I loved and I yearn for They whisper secrets to me That collapse my person 

Deepening these ray burned rooms I pray those scarlet voices As she cuddles in trees Of my wishing thought Swarmed in a masked vice

Under these fruit-topped trees  Adorned with jasmine fragrance Is where I name my soul I give it a splendor  And try to hold fast to it

Tonight I labor by sleeping light Crushing among the moon tears That glide my way Across the frigid wilderness of ha… And the dull, insipid waste of bre…

Sing sweet into my heart, birds of… For it has come to that A mending of broken parts A joy that has no strings attached To touch-To feel some warmth

She blossoms my fruit each night Inside her sun-drenched eyes And all that is gracious in sight Being her heaven grazed prize Or sweetly sung whispered bright