Outside

you are a slow moving pendulum 
caught-up in my hindsight 
a web tangled misconception 
wrapped around the stem cells 
of every illusion I never want to let go of 
a dream weaver, fighting my nightmares 

the seconds falling into dust 
an air spirit between my ribs 
all of the wishes I forgot to make 
because everything else got in the way 
the flesh on my bones, my blood... 

skin that tortures so eloquently 
fragile fixation, fading in and out 
sometimes, I am just a ghost 
and you are the tangible part of me 

my corporeal weight.  I am immortal 
without those broken parts 
the stars in my veins are still with you