blend these devices and self-destruct
eradicate the color as i slip away and become your intension.
extrovert by defense and
bred with no respect,
to perfection my reflection in the ink; you're so connected.
part the sky with stones and bruises,
feeling temporary.
unhooked and holy, a spinal bind-
if i could chase this glowing rock down from autumn
burn the memories, build and alter and
designate this insecurity,
exit. outlet. vent.
so i alone will behold the dying sky,
and if it's anything like these trophies of war
or
your appearance,
then it's everything-
it was meant to be.