dark necessities are part of my design
a seething whisper; drifting with petals
brandished with lilac, passionately
heeding continuum through and through
as steadfast, sanely, quiet sorrows
will collapse into the winter
for this
is the only way, the single path
to tread ceaselessly
to turn the petals on our part
to blood in our hearts
the wood is barely empty
it sings with a certain
crescendo; one that highs
and lows
and all the goes that
go in between, around
and about
with trickling drops
of tainted stops
and dissolved tears
and shallow sweat
sauntering through
the grooves and
heels that beat to
a lopsided rhythm,
shots at the night
in a parallel hysteria
to be and to ignite;
in tracks and
paths under a notion;
that we’re more than just runaways
Overdrive, in its light
Flickering to mime the incomplete
In its shards of division, rippling yellow maneuvers
To speak of a vast that has no direction
As it deviates to find
The twilight of its time
Before it slips
Into the blind day
