Literature
guarding of my design
can't sleep, dry-eyed only
after tears poured; thrown to a flood,
neck flushed. quiet ends
for chirality's lilies,
growing from errant roots
to pearlescent vectors; flaunt
aberrant grace with a smile
and eyes that lock
and can't leave. code
a diagram to keep
them in, no life survives
abundance. i've
drowned terraria
untouched, woven
indiscretions tight as quietus'
fucking relief.
won't die unless i
desync.