Melt your ashes on my tongue
Tasting them like nothing
I walk to walk, stiff joints crack,
The time that knows no bounds
Knows them indeed.
Keep talking while sounds pervade my own ears,
Lungs ache with fire and smoky breath
Deflagrating mind, smoldering spirit.
Crawl back into the whiplash shock,
That know-nothing watery pain.
Along the reacting path that feels
Of wet paper against the skin
Wanting to know who even cares
Though it doesn't fucking matter.
Tell me like efflorescent, red-scented, earth-stirring
Movements that bend stony flakes and render
Cytotoxic dream walker
Whose hands induce parallel spells
Of dark lights and bright sounds
And spin pictures of ornate nature
And worshiped intensity.
Let me know god again.