the daylight seeps into my skin, skimming the surface
after, treading pores pitfalls,
expanding into white wash flowing
under the guise
of magenta and poise
purified.
fugitive of space,
lover of time,
curser of shadowed scars
left by the birds of an age.
you exist between parallel realities-
pushing the sides apart
with your milk stained fingers,
furthering another from other,
spread with unseen intensity, insistent that you create
whole voids for your windows-
to whisper your ideas
of what energy should be
confined to
the lawless,
dilapidated,
aimless in their roots,
through the
cracks-grotesque:letters stain the table
cloth