When you find your head buried deep into the pleats of your
hands
Pull up til your neck aches from spine straining against flesh
The surge of ethereal manifestations of your mind flow
From the end of your tailbone through body's ridge
Like a sick phoenix that could not reincarnate.
Lift your yellowed face,
The moon will burn fissures where eye rain ran:
A violin string severing tender heart cords.
Once your veins have sped the fiery ice
And you've withdrawn from the deprecated lords,
You'll be back from where you tried to escape.
Scattering thoughts like a thousand mice
Reeling from the slap.
