Angel
lift
me up
I could
learn
to live
in the sky

Chronic
pain is washed
away
as clouds
are made
of blood
and things

Air
becomes
my order
in-poured
my eyes
can’t see gas
in that range

Concepts
before
that connect
in ways
complex
and many
sacrifices
made

To what
amount
is never
known
but bodies
keep
the score
in years

All gone
with patchy
vapor
in place
acting as
my skin
my case

Angel
lift
me up
I would
take
to wing
silently

We hold our breath until
I close my eyes and feel the sensation of rain
With my brain becoming the air trapped inside a car
Sticking to the glass
But all the clouds are hearts,
Lo
We don’t even have to check

They framed your face in a perfect glow
Perfectly overwriting the scars and the wraith
In my eye reflecting back on the sky
Burning on the glass
All the clouds are hearts,
Lo
We would never dare breathe

We created the memories
In retrospect. Because through the glass
You can’t be seen
I drag my sleeve, and through the fog
All the sky is hewn from dark
So
To scare us from ever checking again

I turn my breath from the glass
And consider that seeing each other in clouds
Is a rather shallow way of finding a soul
This turning away from the death of your face
Is a recursive eventide to the rest of our life
All the clouds are hearts in the morning sun,
Lorelei
I do not see the sun making us one

I turn my frustration toward the fog
Or smoke, or the knife's-edge gasps leaving my lungs
From the natural causes to which she succumbed
To the poisonous diet of our Capuletian plan
I quietly process how we were made this way
Is it human to be born as an imperfect creator
Lo,
Of self— of self feelings, identity and gender?

We hold our breath until
I find my body in the place that we stand
With my face again framed by the usual scars
Swirling in the fog
But all the clouds are hearts,
Lori
All as before

They remind me, in some ways, of a golden head
Perfectly overwriting your past in the sun
Thus bringing peace, but deflecting a lie
Standing in the fog
All the clouds glow,
Lorelei
I dare not deflect the peace that she brings

We created a body
In pieces. Brittle; as quiet
As I could make it
Dragging her feet, lo, human-desperate
All the clouds are in their places
So
To form the beating, bleeding

Systems of fascia and connective scripture
A sky-blue mixture in layers of fog
But violently human as a thundercloud
This turning away from the rain on your face
Begets only angels to carry you off
All the clouds are still,
Lori
Inside of a storm

I turn my face toward the ground
Waiting to strike you through the clouds
A resuscitation and golem, in one
And the clay will love for real, with time
Lightning in the fog
All the clouds pour,
Lorelei
All as before

silver titmouse
looks like a river spirit
on your speckled grey branch
a sun spirit glows under your wings
feed your hatchlings coal before winter

southwest american finch
with a face like plaster on a brick wall
you are a fierce echo of a raptor
through years like wonderful blazes
of fire, each of all twenty million

acclaimed nightingale
traveled nightingale
sung and shone and shedding tales
do you use your celebrity to distract
predators or does the weight abstract you?

and calandra
all over your coat is a spackled
story of the world in colors
and you left your molt in cages
in houses on cliffs in so many places

maintained with rubble
around the corners and floors
your crest poking out the cracking facade,
and your nesting to stone like a frozen petard
children under your wing for not to go blind

nightingale all
reverberations and stretchings
of the forest focus back on you
but you are unseen, and a larger spirit;
i think of you as the forest

resulting rosefinches
that burn within
like stages of celestial fission
sustaining together greater
and much smaller fires

or other small birds like the river spirit

ozone
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀i think of you
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀being poisoned
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀but you would unform as you formed
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀anyway

sun
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀already out of comprehension
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀i think of you
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀just sitting

apophis, YU or
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀any other rock
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀i think of you
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀heading towards Earth
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀i think how i’m heading there too

sagittarius a
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀you pull light
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀though i can’t see you
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀i see the light
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀i think of you
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀as the light

great attractor
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀i am going home
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀i have seen your great skin
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀nothing and tall and beyond
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀the boundaries

trace gasses from my body and agitations in space-time
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀spiraling behind my drifting
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀stiff
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀limp
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀tense
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀relaxed
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀b­ody like that tail of Draco

tadpole
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀i think more about you
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀the ejection spins around like
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀a clock
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀a positron
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀electron
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀jumprope
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀off ramp
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀long hair
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀recursion from before i was born
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀and that goes on without my understanding
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀or consent
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀or the air around a dreidel
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀top
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Earth
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀a supercluster
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀supervoid
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀magnetic field
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀breath current coming out onto my visor

arm of perseus
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀have i only traveled three-hundred
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀million
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀light years
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀since you were the closest warmth i felt
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀fall upon me
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀of sagittarius
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀her children
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀i think of you

andromeda
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀will be much closer
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ozone will protect no one i know
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀sun will give life to no one i know
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀will they remember me
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀i think about
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀do they think about me

Psalms to ****** Ecclesiastes; now Ephesians as I wait to know you. Where is my Paul for the Philippians? Where is my Batterson, within reason?

I wait with the Bethlehem on fire that is cast in the flames of Men in fissure. Who’s cast from the narrow, wrought iron gates, and ****** and made to suffer forever.

Now Matthew and ten thousand words on pagans; fruits of Galatians raving mad. And when you cannot see, or won’t see my heart, I only understand how to blame myself.

Corinthians to your heavenly realm; enmity in your so graceful of hearts. Are your blessed Revelations witnessing second death? Something else more important than ethics or love?

“For we live by faith, not by sight” For I was so faithful to ever play part in your diaspora of Brothers in Epistle performance, redemption and providence so greedy and perfect. Was I by nature deserving of wrath? So where is my Paul for Ephesus-sent?

O, Theism as cover from flame- the Bethlehem, now crying your name. Yet silent in that omnipresent manner, at night.

And there is no one crying left to challenge what’s divine. For my body is wrecked and I’m no Brother of thine. I am many layers of things you mock. Were that Jesus could hear you proclaim that you reject me for finally teaching myself to walk.

With many words other than hate you describe me a world that’s an endless Hell. With a vague sense of end times approaching us all, I’m walking on coals but to hear you out.

Where is my Nebuchadnezzer’s wall? Your explanation in blood simple scrawl. Daniel to Genesis to holy Qadosh; now Numbers as I burn in the thought that you implied I’m unclean and you preach and you preach and I burn so you look down at me like a pillar of salt.

I’m gone with the Bethlehem on fire that is silent in ash at the end of it all. Scatter me by the White Throne of Judgment and look on and see it standing so small.

Now Matthew and ten thousand words- you don’t know me. Galatians; it used to not be immorality, debauchery. We used to confide and find peace in reality. The ash floats and it rests and you never knew me.

Effi you are strong
Held together at points with straw
But string, and twine
Are everywhere they belong so
Effi you are strong

Effi, who I wipe a baby spider from her eye
Swaying, as I have her in her nest in my arms
Preening, playful, so pale and yet warm
Like yet has her form not ready been burned

Like yet has her form not ready been blurred-
Been turned over and over in my hands, and
The hands of some other passing estranged
Who make it their hobby to hold dolls in their hands, and
In the eyes of even those who would like me to “Stand
Back!” And who have many opinions on how you are arranged

Effi you are rotting
Left apart at points with straw
For fun. With time
Parts of you may be lost and gone, for
Effi you are rotting

Effi, who lays crumpled with termites in her dress
Making not a sound as I lovingly impressed
Teeming, infested, so green and yet cold
Like bathing in the attic sun, my raggy little urn

Like staying pretty, still, angled and borne,
Never thou forget from deepest-my-strands
Hair, sweat, longing and wrath to spare you an age
Kept from blood, for mandibles can course through your trunk
You are blessed as more tree than that of a Man
Which says nothing of your more feminine form

Effi you are broken
Simply open to the cold
For sun is spun,
Peaking around attic shafts in your home
Effi you are alone

Effi who they would all stone into the bitter ground
Making ne’er a thought for you as only I protest
For your baggy face I cannot live to see it harmed
You know I did not make the eyes of all the laughing rest

Effi, Effi, Effi, little things like you get lynched
Effi- and it’s them who make you little, it’s not us
It’s not them who lovingly drew you up to always blush
Nor the one who keeps you at great risk to his health
For the one who has you in your nest in my arms,
Has a needle- not some rope to tie you by the neck

Effi you are sunken,
Surely aching in the cold
Or warmth as well
Is scared of what is simply our love-
Effi you are hiding

Do you intend to dig into or out of the dirt?
To escape me, or escape those who see you a sport
And bring up their arms- And one shrieks and blurts
Like “May only monsters own such grotesque sort!”

Like what do you know of the world and of pain
And you’d go out there with no muscles to stand
And I know you- I know you’d get too warm, and
What plan could you make that does not involve us?
They make a special place, in fact, for little girls, like thus:
They call it Hell, and little bugs and string do burn so much

Effi you are safe
Held away from the face with disgust
For skin will crawl
From somewhere clutched inside your breast
Effi you are safe

Effi, who I stitched to life with bug legs, with ******
Who’s little souls will try to serve you, or your soul they’ll wrest
Beaming at the people who hold you from their face
Like soldiers- like claim many who drop you and your lace

I know in my heart- and I know my heart so well,
As I modeled your heart after all the love I form-
That I did not just make you, but I was made in turn
To make you and to keep you near my heart and in my arms
To store you and your comfort of rotting, writhing hugs
Far away from any evil constructs on this earthly dwell

Effi you are strong
Held forever with my straw
And string, and twine
Do everything I allow so
Effi you are strong

Dear,

Abigail I never missed you
I could always see you cared-
Not! for anything,
And everything that walks.

And I could never walk for you,
Dear.

Abigail it always kills me
That I would never **** for you.
And everyone,
And anyone said

That we were just the cutest pair,
Dear.

Abigail I never fought back.
One thing that you always loved-
Not! like anything!
And everything that kills,

And stalks, and feeds on prey at night.
Dear,

Abigail I always felt like
You could always stare me down,
Slam! into me,
And watch me come apart.

And watch me squirm around on the ground,
Dear.

Abigail I never missed you
I could always see you cared-
Not! for anything!
And everything that walks.

And I could never stand for you.

Abigail it always chills me
That I could not just sit with you.
And everyone
And anyone agrees,

But only after years and years.
Oh,

Abigail I should be nicer
About you and behind your back-
Not! to everyone
And anyone that knows

About you and the way that you hunt.
Dear,

Abigail I always felt that.
Abigail I tried to try-
Bam! next thing I
Know you have lied

But then I would just try again.
Dear,

Abigail I never missed you
I could always see you cared-
Not! for anything!
And everything that walks.

But I could never walk for you.