No matter how many times I have this dream, it's never perfect, there's always something to improve. There's something about the pattern, the music, the motion, something intoxicating, that keeps me coming back. To the same people, to the same images, to the same ideas. Just standing out there with my heart on my sleeve hoping someone will create a call to action. I keep disassembling these ingredients and these parts of myself and putting them back together hoping one of these times the math will come out to more than the sum of the parts.
TRENCH HEART
Fixated on fractured patterns
Branches stretch and breath takes root
Through fractal starlight caught in retinas
In cascading fires rushing through
Wading into these silences between us
Catching wishes in each hand
Gulping down anxieties
Swallowed by a dream
A bleak embankment of bleached bones
I put back together each individual
But it only adds up to these versions of me
Self-destructing forensically
Breathing new life into these ghosts
Not knowing the cost
After the flash I pause for the thunder
Of my own applause
How long can I remember?
When will I begin to forget?
The sea water in my lungs?
And the heat against my skin?
How could I disassemble this?
Shambling somnambulist fool
And now I'm awake again
Chasing these shades of you
Cross section of shut-eye caught
Exhuming the memories
Of you and I
And what I thought was love
Armed with a bandoleer of ammunition
For this self-same cycle of loss
My heart on my sleeve
Bearing the marks of a million thorns
Holding this bouquet of bad decisions
I cast aside my fears
I'd like to dance beside you dear
Before I'm nothing but these bones
Across this heart in trenches deep
And I find the pressured sun is rising
An ocean of potential leaks
And I'm just starting to sink
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