Her ambient expression / in strangled lace.
And the eyes hang
like odes. the returns unfinished
by design. light stains experience
and glass moves freely in the blood.
so we remain as baby
Blues. as spreading music. the eyes crushed
a system of seas, a sensation of blades
and I know that light collapses
Into an image of my sister.
Her ambient expression
in strangled lace. for a dark beat
we were unshifting again. asleep
in a structure built between glances
My mind an open stone
a place with uncut edges.
Like my favorite color,
In dim waters
In skipping discs