11-3-17
Fall asleep to the glass of magic and wake up with the devil. Get back down and then I rise unsure of what's real. You fucked me up, have me making sense of the worst. Trees talk while the lose balance and I connect to the low. Branches and limbs and thoughts of separation.

11-5-17
Traces of bones, arch across the highs of walls and I drag my body across the low. Find your mentality in between where I'm at and where your wristbones peak up from the white. Ghost-like vapor, see it when you speak. Stomach acid and I drop it daily, looking at the bright glow, keyboard of vocal chords we never sent. Been feeling like ice, thoughts keep melting at the charge between eyes. Funny to think of the waste of wondering what it is you're seeing, versus take you in with full focus. Always said the surroundings of my existence couldn't be human, and the wires were crossed- find my eyesight like photograph lenses, optical elements never present. Felt you bring me back down to the animals. Enamel shines back and the sounds in the reflection tell you you've done well, you've done damn well. Didn't think I'd touch the sky and meet the earth. Grounded and ocean blue, my love- that's you. Forest steps and spins, got me following paths between bodies of bark and bodies that bark- where the wild has us caged in fear of The Other. Fusing my veins to the mist, hold me here like fog. Pass the glowing pools and broken keys- hell of an exchange. Lead me to life, where temperatures warm and skies cool.
- (m.m)