Deep in the Pacific looking up

Silence of me

 Scent fills a corked alchemy bottle

Captured voices in your head

Live in the void instead of telling me the time

Gently sleep

Hardly breathing in

I conform to night time’s unpredictability

I banish thought of sad bridges

I get held back as red is the only color that can sometimes fill me

Black pastures,

I feel an abyss turned inside out inside my mind

I am not sinking but I am raising the water to overflow

I am not lost in madness but I am on the edge of the eye of the storm

No going back

Here we are

Myself under a rubbing stone

You under sad upside down trees,

searching for sand dollars

Clear water

Genuine smiles

Knocking it out of the stars towards Isla Vista’s oil rigs

Sleep walking with a warlock’s demeanor

Feverish after shocks

Inspiring statues to come to their senses and speak up for once

Birds land on mirrors in love with their reflection

Blurry light day dreams in the dark

Ink dotted scars

Smudged observations

Smeared innocence

Lost in a waves break

I find myself quiet on a distant step

Remembering what it was like to love

I hang my head low

I listen to Rue Elzevir’s violinist only meant for me