Month: August 2024

tip of the tongue the rhythmical drip drop of venom

if it is hard to fathom then perhaps you should dream

even desire and desperate yearning can turn flesh to gold

you never did ask and if you did the seasons would have answered

untamed mornings seasoned with chilly drizzle

a deeper and desperate understanding of words that bind

dreams of lightning thunder assimilate with the frail flesh

a soulful conversation with the rain at dawn

only when the destroyer mother crosses the spacetime boundaries will we know fear

waking to find myself in the void I dreamt of