let’s live suddenly without thinking

under honest trees,
                        a stream
does.the brain of cleverly-crinkling
-water pursues the angry dream
of the shore. By midnight,
                                a moon
scratches the skin of the organised hills

an edged nothing begins to prune

let’s live like the light that kills
and let’s as silence,
                            because Whirl’s after all:
(after me)love,and after you.
I occasionally feel vague how
vague idon’t know tenuous Now-
spears and The Then-arrows making do
our mouths something red,something tall

If I were to be a believer
I would believe not only in god
But in the devil
And believe me when I say,
I would choose the latter.
Pray, that I do not believe.

This depression
Is as though a dark mist that surrounds me
Forever following
Changing from mist, to fog, to solid mass
Holding me fast
As I sink deeper into the depths of the sea
Then changing, becoming lighter
Lifting me to safety
A tease of false hope
True enough to be honest but
False enough to be short lived
Joy is the streaming of sunlight reaching into the depths
As I gaze up at the barrier between suffocation and survival
As my brain shuts down the delivery of blood and oxygen
to the less necessary limbs, my body becomes heavier and surrenders as my heart and lungs struggle to survive in a hopeless situation
Contradictory survival
Flawed
To have my fingers grasp onto safety
A thread of sunshine, of life,
To warm and inspire life into my bones
To fight