Black ink and sunbeams poetry

Hollow-eyea generation,lost between the lines,claimed nothingness,a raven atop thelamppost we,who came before,at the cusp, complicit,wanting more thanthe transient echos ofSumerplundered our own exile, You, beneath the twilight-sunon the riverbed,scraping the bottomof the Euphrates,stained as before,with their sorrow

ink-sworn,your flesh,an anchorweighed down,avails itself ofyesterday, skull-crownhastening,we, delving inwardsfind ourselves againbefore the gates of Babylon Permanence,passing,rattles out,through the shallows,in the twilight,from your windpipe

Red-sky,falling, thethunder-clap flashingheralds the storm Hazel-eye,walking,you, coming into yourselfhave yet to fully comprehendthe tempestuousnature of your quicksilversoul dust-spoken,stuttering,those secrets ofthe heart,whispering,gather once again,beneath the raindropsbeneath the eave

Way-finderturned away,your heart, a paradox,carves out its own way our story, evanescent,began upon the bluffs,above the bay,beneath the waves, When, at last,even those words whichspilled up ceaselessly refuse themselves a page,what else remains butto cast our fate upwards,at the close,reimagined

the world beneathus tremblesshaken free fromwhat it is was meantto beour death-knealechos down,drawn out,past ourselvesa muddy fatetwice inherited,the Sumerian songplayed in circlesin the bones

Dream-catcherwashed away,the glass-blown spiralbetween our toeskeeps vigil,fragments of misplacedmemoryworn smooth,andlost betweengrains ofsand

Grief-feather,your failures, compounding,fracture a patchwork star the gentle heart,in company, insufficientfinds itself misshapen,condemnation from within,a constellation,heaven-ward you,having broke from yourselffind yourself again,in the dust,out of touch,captured betweenlove and desire

Dread-touchwasting,our violet orchid on the shelfonce too turnedits face to the east Severance,shivering,a fortune teller beneaththe cherry tree,cut free our fatefrom the tangled threadsof misfortune wander-fugue,compoundingin the silence,one day somethinggood will come andcary you, westward,away from me