044: Words for weak flesh

Awakened

by somatic whispers,

cavern lung

caving in,

coiled by the black,

every breath,

a shovel racking

moist mud.

Strings of seconds,

shapeless, nameless,

rendering language useless,

always present

at the hours' cross,

sickness is,

silence exists,

clawing at the sun,

creeping through the seams.

Full speed ahead,

into the ice,

oceans of onyx

prepare the trail;

today,

tomorrow,

yesterday,

a memory

blown away

by a sour mistral.

This is a war

of still frames,

never fatal,

always wounded,

gleefully sullen

beneath a nova sky.

Ballast emote,

blast of emotion,

say the word

that's yet to be,

wriggling through the red

into the blinding

filament,

incandescent,

carrying on,

drown,

explore,

indulge / resist.