The breeze tickles the alders,
fracturing the sky in to a million glass shards of daydream.
And I breathe in forever…
The moment your mind stops time:
the bullets freeze in the air, and fall
the needle dull kisses your skin,
(eternally poised to pierce)
the razors, the knives…
They lay on their sides
and wink back at your blinding light.
You become sound
You wield the sword that splits the worlds;
Nothing can touch you.
Nothing can have you.
You half yourself, by your own calculations…
and go everywhere
And there I’ll be waiting…