I am the unweighted flutter
The heft of the huff
An unfinished design of blind air
The heft of the huff
An unfinished design of blind air
I am a blackened whisper
Your stainless steel fear
Lazy water on the cusp of ice
I am the misplaced sound
A composition of thieves
Alcohol-stained blood’s in agony
I am your august bookend
A spit-loved derelict in retrograde
In grim molestation I confide:
All within your reach is blighted
