Torch a shadow with the volume of thought,
Find new color in light's figured fault,
Athena bleeding diagrams of cities made of sound.
Touch the nerve net with dreams made of flight, Seek the drug's edge in what is wrong with right, Cure me; kill me; doctor heal me; drink the solid ground.
Search for beauty's reptile; ancient moment's clock, What base of comfort erupting under rock,
Wasted angels in heaven's ache lightly fall from grace.
Feel for contours of defiance; oscillating birth, Shape pity's victim from what nothing is worth,
Turn the meaning over and fly the mirror's face.
Every day is its own never,
Fortune leaking from a prayer,
Every death is its own ever,
In desperate silence we repair,
Change the lights abundant fever,
Shine it thru the deepest turning,
Sleepy god; astral receiver,
Hell is Eden's bible burning,
Chasing wind; riding weather,
Pain of context; suffer dimes,
Friday orbit and Monday tether,
Mother's milk and father's crimes,
Artificial language sighing,
Interpretation of heartbeat,
Skeletal focus; bone yard crying,
Escape the sense of traffic heat.
Leaning on deliberate accidents,
Color is fool of moody sense.