Gone walking rocky cliffs
Seem to stretch to oblivion
This rain with little clothing
Cuts my fatty layers through
To quake the bone
I haven't known home since you were with me
Now the most powerful memory barely manifests in mist
This calls for a summoning
I'm shamed in calling for you, maybe I'm too paranoid. After all you said you loved me and it stuck in the midnight wind through windows.
Please let me find your face in dream to lead me home.

Day by day, harder
for me to take it.
There's little or no
chance I'll make it.
To the natural end
of this brittle life
Stay my hand or I'll
find a way to break
what's left of me.
Left idle my hands
wring pain through
my brain, dry as
bone and barely
working.

Why
Why lie?
I won't learn to love you
If you'll not have my face
Between your splayed legs
If you'll not want yours at
My deeply undefended
Base root all the same
Drink our shame
Get drunk on
our body
kava
kava
.

Dulled bright blue as last of light
but time is night.
Where are the stars?
The Summer has eaten the refuse
electricity left.
What is want?
Blame people for the worst.
What is left?

What's left:

(thick skinned upright shells like cars so well developed for speed that the time they took to make is now time we save with quick cuts with content cut from cloth for your hands romantic now only in dream)