of course

Just lots and lots of music, forever.
And colours and wind.
Temperatureless wind.
Soaking all my evaporations.
Balancing every tone.
Pulling teeth from my zen like rotten Maltesers.
Upset so your bones show - rabid.
Silence over silence, piercing, flatlining,
Frantic.

There is no writing for here so we change it when our bodies change.
of course.

White

and a cloud of granite flows over my heart,
creeping ice fissures till i see them plastered on the cliffs before me.

because these ocean moods have no ruler moon,
only desires to demand - arbitrarily,

but swim like that forever if you want to,
that magnetic haunting, whirlpooling them in.

and i'll be impressed one day, perhaps,
by your utter fearlessness - that unfettered grasping

judged from afar of course - on an iceberg,
drifting about with some other demons

pretty, helpful demons, tickling me with support,
slapping my face to keep me awake

while you accumulate trust, and outshine madness
till a super love disables you and you concentrate for once