fuck..this...

find me a cockroach bound to the highway,
a vehicle bound to the floor
rupturing thoughts hang as icicles from the trellis
outside my window, people, things, and places excreting movement,
treasures, monumental, concert motions, behaviors
the actions inside consist of regression, repression, disaster
where-after there was nothing left
in response to the alterations, motives, gestures...
a desolate plain above my chest, within my chest, surrounds it
if i were to set sea tonight
if i were to set sea
at the height of my resistance
i couldn't find a way
shelve my intentions, storing them at bay

scald me with neglect
find the one last chance nailed to your walls
where a breathtaking encounter wasn't designated
where the orchids won't bloom any longer
the cathedral ceilings with syllables tacked to it
the infrastructure made to collapse
the inside of an ordinary anatomy
no longer willing to bear the fight

if i were to set sea tonight
the lights ordained with wizardry
the masts disguised in prophecy
port and starboard adorned with appraised, threadbare sides
ready for the crests to take hold