Night Fall

we sit there,

                   clinging to a Thrashing summer,

          to realize We all have Edges.

You are as Sharp as a wish,

                                   as Rowdy as a cosmic.

             I grow Chaotic Teeth, grow Crimson

Tears, grow

                 Scarlet Stars and Scars

when the voice Pounding

                                  and Pulsing

                                              inside of me

                                                                                                                    Gush

                                                                                                                    Out.

                               And I Split a Lark to find a wall,

I Split a Cicada to retrieve a cocoon, Beating,

                                                                           beating,

                                                                                          beating.

                      All wings Colonize the Sky Tonight,

Arteries and Knuckles and Spines. 

2022.7.13