You consume me.

You stepped into my life
And crept into my heart
You made a bed and slept there
As you dreamt, I came apart
Turning inside out I smelled
The embers of a fire
And knew that it was me that
Lay there burning on that pyre

take me to the nearest mountain.
i’ll bring snacks, the blanket,
you’ll bring you and a map.

we’ll sit and eat snacks under the stars,
all until the floods make us chew
with our mouths closed

I see the trees turning
I see the topography of the old man's face,
With rifts and cracks
With gold and iron
Still in the old hills

The rolling of the planet wears everything out,
But its rotation scatters the shards of eden
They gleam like the eyes of a sad, old face.

Freeze and thaw,
Freeze and thaw,
Like god squeezing a stress ball.

Glinting ore shines on the skin of my arm
I'm squeezing a stress ball
Trying to find
A way to get the deepest taste of eden
With rifts and cracks
With rifts and cracks
In my jaw and spine

If you see a man who is broken,
don't always think someone has broken him.
Maybe his own expectations have broken him into pieces.