Come down Messiah / From the weir of heaven / As the living hide their faces / And die.
its been a long time since then / many sleepless nights / art has become vandalism
don’t lose focus, little girl / or you will surely fall / and the ground will swallow you whole / dress and bells and all
long after the paint / has divorced itself / from the walls / and the dust has eloped with the air
My arms became lithe again / I felt no urge to write / strange symbols in the sand / cryptic poetry that only the wind would read it felt like nightfall in my mind