We are incandescent with an uneasy recollection having left a trail of blood and tears behind. We are incantation and reminiscence converging into a faded memory left tainted to drain.
We are a wind tunnel hammered into remembering the wracking farewell of the trees' limbs.
Each individual bone fragment the smile left behind from the broken off nose's rosy profile.
In seeing our world as the humor of an eye scanning all the sunsets left tumbling behind it
We learn to appreciate the deep and easy sigh left within the incubator to reach fruition.
Shielding the glare of the sun at the beach with a cluster of bleeding finger bones as a visor,
Holding a magnifying glass under the moonlight to try to capture the ocean in its network,
Balancing your vision of a star behind a melting glacier to spearhead a pack of flashing dogs.
The island behind your scope of view assembles into a cloud that piles up behind an eyebrow.
