020: Merde de nom

You know my name, the one we share,

you did suspect a thread, osmium chain, weightless,

with the weight of fire bearing on my back.

Portraits bloomed in the bark of trees and dogs,

yours is housed within my bones,

within the burgeoning tendril rose.

But that which burns my fingertips chars my head,

I'd char my hand in the black box,

I'd choke them with the primeval astronaut cord.

Tribulations and plots against architecture,

devised in the hour of the minotaur,

seconds that time forgot, times infinity,

to the rhythm of temptations, to banish fibrillations,

bang the drums of war, bang the heads on walls.

All the ruminations, all the grime,

entwined 'round the spine, mirrored in obsidian.

And as I curse my face of glass on your marble flesh

the circuitry collapses without haste,

the letter of light slowly inverts to point the way,

all trudging mercenaries, ragged,

chasing desultory splinters of their lives,

while my scope was smudged,

they know my name, the one we share.