Thursday, July 28, 2016


the gold has been drawn. properties found and displaced. pounded. our techniques. what was once natural now is toxic. why do I even hold on? what is there. left. you walked away like you thought you were a star. how could no one be watching?so thin, it dissipates. you drown in your own eyes.

shaped or bent or falling away. traces back to you. natural properties, teeth, catapulted shine. find it. or it is lost. all along it was there, waiting to bend, draw out and smother. i feel it like a fetus half-inside. a shard. a field I've always wanted to cross.

when i let it go it will shine, sting, pound. from the fracture, a single grain.