sliding glass tapestries
reflect bitterness like the burning
beam of a magnifying lens
brandishing bile tastes of lonely
whispers into autistic mouths
speaking in tounges like puppets on
shredding strings gestured by
phantoms of shaded darkness lurking
under our feet

whirlwindecisivessels
carry bit and pieces of ourselves
droppingorgeouseless
packages exploding on the ground

lacking the parachute
of predatory
pressure

opening hollow doorways
calling names of past lives knowing
familiar sounds rescue
conscious from calamities dillemas
sincere in saving serenity
from sinking into pools of imaginary
clouded streets lined with
flyers for a harmonious gathering of
angels singing in keys only
dreamed of

so unfold your wings and come fly with me
to the colloseum of cancerous
life being shared for free

no ticket needed
just
close
your eyes

no voices are sung
quite
like
angels choirs

look at the crowd flood the silver
lined streets

smile with me