finding a place to rest in a mess of the booming
overflowing cataclysm of cells breathing together breaks no surface. we want to be married and to have small children before the universe inverts itself backwards and wears us like a diamond.
i fall between cracks in crystal sand that nestle in the air and hide in my shoes, so no one tastes it coating their gums. gums taste like trees and so many leaves eating out every thought. all. i like beauty but dancing makes my vessels split into two, the glass capillaries oozing from under my muscles and into the earth. fame is all i need to love myself.
people look in mirrors and see what they never desired, but give it, live it, for how they were told. raise your young as yourself so you'll still be here when the rocks collapse underneath us. finding rest places, probably, never premiering our human bones on the theatre screen. we're all small but tall with all we call to hold in fingers, from clouds to just vapor. i want to read meaning on a stage, breathing words to open people letting in the air.
when i'm new we'll be old and stomachs will pour us out, leaving behind the rocks of our pasts and fading in and out of enzymes following the rhythm of a pulse. i think we're just a brain cell sneezed out, miles meaningless to our revolving distance. space worships us because we envelop it with flavor, cast shadows on a sea of wet-less water. sense is for the sure, the secure. i'm burnt and hurt, hungry holding wishes, wanting to take my mind always away.
colliding forms on such a sharp surface like plain black glass make me lost in the labyrinth, knowing going isn't it. we're two together, one cell, performing on our sparkling stage. we're all. art's all to need. we breathe it from our pores.
and, too, the universe exerts its limits till we're sleeping deep inside.