i've told you before

Night delicately dances along the thin edge of the spindle
The glimmer, is it a twinkle in her eye?
Fragile stars crumble and shatter in her hands-
Little trails of light scatter in a deluge
Look how far she moved the moon from the mountain!
As for the worlds there are none as big as I
The blood in my lungs emerge oil on canvas
They are punctured on the spindle, punctured on the spindle
I dangle like crimson string wanting a breeze
And it feels like every piece of me is gloaming. "ah. ahh ahh. ah."
And I taste the air- lemons...

Abstract visions of you, crying,
"Every farmer is a champion of life!"

I can still hear you.
And the evangelical stripes rust
But they weren't metal
And towers are razed

But they weren't tall
Flowers trampled

Stacks toppled

Trains drowned
Art exposed
Visions condemned
Tigers burned
Seals broken-
Everything resolved into ash

Say my name...just say my name, night!
    I, I, I I I...

         am still here...
Tangible words force their way through cavities
They exclaim,
"Heir, Love is not twice and Love is not continuity!
We've seen the muscles that twitch to make your heart

Bend
And each strand that has been broken will mend.

But now, let each fiber ache

As each is anchored by pain

Let them all fill your soul with

The sweet taste of life

and Sound.

For this is living.  This is life.

Then this is winning.

This is giving up the knife."

With that, I saw you.  You.  You.

You were my stomach wrapped around a stake

You were the pulsing of the pain

You were chosen outside the course of any vein

I dig deep but I can't see outside the red

And the wind picks up the branches and leaves

With the apples and the crisp smell of snow

Everything starts to shake as the air rends

Splits and rebounds, waves resound

Life and creation fall into themselves

Shaking an elixir of time

Which I drink again

But

Night,

You are a theme

You are a force

And you, you, you you

Are Not Immortal.

I've seen that rapid sparkle before...