i have hated
without reason.
starved when
the ancient
fed me the future.
sacrificed love
for self pity,
danced to silence
and prayed to
paranoid gods.
i have mended
the unbroken.
wept tears for
a stroke
of luck,
good or bad.
i have mistaken
pain for slumber,
satisfied thirst
with sand.
i caressed the
hourglass
for the sake
of time.
i have created
disappointments
to quell happiness
of my heart.
rode the wind
to be wise.
the chimes sing
as howling magic
through crooked ears.
i have been healed
by static weather.
a fugitive
unrepentant.
suspicious of the
garden blooming,
my fingers taste.
i crawl through
the highlands,
crippled with stones.
i am hooked
on the orbit,
circling the sun.
in my own secrets,
i dwell there.
the trinity is
locked away there.
i am within unashamed.
my costume is
my revealing words.
i sanitize my alphabet.
i color my shadows,
as a sacrament.
the moral of my
masterpiece bloats,
murder is joy.
