i want to swallow
the roil of blue-black clouds
i want to feel the flit of coarse bark
against the shoddy fixtures
of gabled roofs
i want to incise the
dark recesses of split mutters
i want to be severed
so that i may be whole
i want to swallow
the roil of blue-black clouds
i want to feel the flit of coarse bark
against the shoddy fixtures
of gabled roofs
i want to incise the
dark recesses of split mutters
i want to be severed
so that i may be whole