I would like to burn this down
I would like to see it melt in yellow and observe a cloud of blackness rise
Watch it rise as it is wrath himself
Watch it rise
Crows will flee the scene as if to remind me how long it's been since I have seen a dove
Melt in yellow as I do
Exhaustion and mother of tribulation
Wound by wound
I torture myself
Wound by wound, I will perservere
Whiteness, present yourself, as I know you are the sky and anchor of my being
What we've learned turns to paper
What we've known is like cigarettes
Formaldehyde fingers