4/5/13 (strange aligned triangles)

Standing on the jagged obsidian edge
Black wind brushes the hair
from my face, a brash lover.
The air is thick with frozen mist
Everything's blank, dark, murmurs of
beginnings and epiphanies that will never
caress my brain or hold my hands--
But that's alright. I can still hear
the weather howl, prepared to devour
the molten liquid, unbalanced & in decay,
But I don't fear them today
I can't bear to touch them today

Eyes slip shut, & I see my mother close
ragged curtains, blocking a spray of stars,
or perhaps salty waves, I don't know
One foot forward, placed at an angle
(Or is it angel??) and then another;

& yet another

I can't see my irises anymore
pupils dilated past safety or concern,
Eclipsing, overlapping circles laced with night
The river, into the valley, flows forth
I am a prophet and I am nothing,
it was never my fault, but I continue
To stumble over good intentions,
Tripping into the bleached veil of regret--

I didn't see them today, I don't see them again
They can't hear my auto-eulogy
They don't hear it because I speak so goddamn quietly

You can't hold the wind in the trees
You can't possess this, you can't possess me

Eye contact is the enemy, (buckle up, soldier)
Plunging down, with arms drawn to a stellar T
I was drowning inside before I was ever drowning at sea
Anchors drag me down further & further
I feel their claws and I feel numb
Don't make promises when you're happy
But I promise I'll miss the things you said.