Our bodies heat up and our souls go cold. We grow old in the balance.

Moon rises, skin burns, hearts sinks, eyes turn.

Moon rising, skin burning, hearts sinking, eyes turning.

Moon rose, skin burnt, hearts sunk, eyes turned.

Wild rose thorn pricked fingertips; we smelled like the dirt we dug out from our graves. The phantom of spring was upon us, and he raised us from the softest earth and into the sunlit, bottomless sky.

The strangeness of night blinds me; these black currents render me dead. The pale moon sees my sun-bleached eyes; a ghostling with no form. My bones vibrate beneath his deference, and all my glowing parts diffuse like a circuit board in malfunction. From my bloodless mouth, a droning hymn of turbulent wonder. All systems, gone.

Shards of jaw, broke against the ides of march, the tides of grayer days; ask king george, he knows the way.

I rose up with the moon, magnetic fire rising out of my bruise. I can taste the words you swallow, hear your violent breathing for miles away. Your misguided hands have made an immortal out of me.

Dark hands to the sky; Mother Mary, oh mother mother I, am waist deep in holy tears turned to mud in the desert sand. The wasteland of my desolate hips. Burned at the knees to keep my prayer through the night and day. Twisted up in the root of the tree that binds me through the mouth, the eyes and the ears. I can see the sky, paralyzing purple, and she glowers down at me, the dark child of her rebel youth. She breaks and heals me, terrorizing with the black jewels of her unmotherly gaze she, steals the heave of my naked chest. Underneath a spell of heavy eyes I sleep.

Do you think about it? The city trembles under your bed at night. You’re awake and no one knows it, and you don’t know it. Do you think about it? Do you think about it?

I’ve seen you, you renegade moon; you always look like the sun’s in your eyes; your eyes squinted wide. I’ve seen you and how, you walk like grey water down hallowed streets, and the streetlights flicker and oh how they, speak. 

All at once it’s everything; All at once it’s nothing at all.