in this place the light cracked through parted lips. in this place he built of sand homes that caved and sagged....long he laid in the sun's yellow stare, on the edge with his eyes rolled back, the waves were calling him. (washing away, he thinks of you, everything slows, light's flashing through)...
their walls were weak with salt of eye long since dried. but through these walls, throught the tiny cracks he saw the sun dripping in...this is what he'd always known, the promise of something greater just beyond the water's final horizon...never sleeping, never waking, the sun poured in in dream, but silence was pervasive....in this secret way the other new you first, kept close in skin, in blood, and in he was in darkened room, rape she was and ready for the death....
never there or always leaving, even shadows managed to betray, and in this place he knew he'd always wake alone...the porcelain grin is cracking, incest to uncoil, your laugh spreads yawning, black hole formation, drowning and the first real breath takes hold, washed in a chill so peaceful, he sinks further......in this truth he knew himself to be and so he stepped from sinking sands into (false) light's embrace, his body burst wide open, sucking in the air.... (i draw close, you fall away, seeing what you'd always known to be true). dust floats through sun in water.
...as he teetered on the edge, with his eyes rolled back, jet streams criss crossing over his head, the sun laid his wavering shadow over the surface of the water. his mind spun with tangled thoughts and his legs shook in his advance towards the watery redemption...
...the wind blew in his ears and his face streamed with tears....smoke rose behind his eyes from internal incinerations, he was breaking up...
...suddenly everything slowed - his faltering limbs steadied, the tears ceased to flow and seemed to dry quickly in the warm sun, the wind dropped to an impercepitble hum, the boiling blood which choked his insides shrank back into rhythmic circulation, and somewhere deep inside it all collapsed...
...light flashed in his minds eye and a series of quick but distinct images proceeded through him in rapid succession...
...the jet streams trailed away into nothingness as his body spun lazily through the warm air, this was his direction as he'd always known, ever downward, approaching an uncertain void (uncertain, but surely more significant than the dull throb of his current existence)....
...as the surface of the water drew close he closed his eyes and felt it all fall away...
...with the crack of his body on the surface everything splintered into it's final dissolution - nothingness seeped in from all sides and his mind swam in every direction, freeing him of thought, of worry, of horror, his blood drifted into the depths or circled towards the surface and blew off into the breeze.
...this is what he'd always known, the promise of something greater just beyond (or below) the water's final horizon...
he sees like he's never seen before, the water carries him away, soon he ceases to be at all. he is light in water...his head swam with fevered blood, sick with love and laughter, he dipped in first through the eyes as stars bled through crystal pupils, petals fell from your lips, but jaundiced light crept from the eyes, and so those days, the water down, you walked the stride together, sewn with seeds of rape, raised on stilts towards heaven, he was the grace that broke your fall...(all in, all in, all in a day).... incest and lust burst like fire. under guise of play and age, so the roots were poisoned.
and in this way the seed was passed from sister back to brother.....(a day it changes everything).....in the center he was the axis, black and singed with fire, the mighty serpent, the secret. he had seen it, felt its might, bent under the blend of familial blood and the diseased infusion. rape she was and ready for the death...his time there so long, his fingers traced the endless walls, like liquid was the sadness, until into the light he stepped....
first it came in small waves, and then the thirst for oceans filled his mind - he would dream of lungs swollen with water, cells fattened with salt... what a blessing absence of memory could be....rid the eye of image, cleanse the brain with brine.....salt of tears and ocean mesh....(love.... flow..... fear no window.....minds lime.....oceanic..... dissolve him).....
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