his heart a paper lantern left
untethered to the mortal coil
drifting upon the thermals ever
higher towards yon frigid misery

what light beckons from the
frozen heart of sorrow’s bastard impossible heartflaked lattices
glistening with pure impurities

–a pause;
rippled sighs,
from painted mouths;
along the sharp edge of
ignoble dismay–

she was draped in transparently
ludicrous pale nothingness
as she stepped on moonbeams to
climb the demure evening skies

the twinkling light of dead stars
along with a paper lantern heart
as she hums nonsensical beauty
in casually delightful indulgence