Left to wrestle a circle
of arcane thoughts,
blindfolded by heretic
urges. he traces soot
with dusty hands. barely
recognizes his fingertips.
he fills his mind with trash bags
and hallucinates tulips.
I lose my flashlight in search.
Left to wrestle a circle
of arcane thoughts,
blindfolded by heretic
urges. he traces soot
with dusty hands. barely
recognizes his fingertips.
he fills his mind with trash bags
and hallucinates tulips.
I lose my flashlight in search.