into the
unblinking eye
eternally
crusted with
sleep unslept
clouded with
dreams undreamt
falling into the
infinite miseries
in unending waves
of incessant woe

on a cloud
impossible
in its
regularity
lies a pomegranate
dirt still
clinging to the
crimson bruise
colored skin

syncopated binary
heartspasms
incorporated into
the red
stained fingers
she playfully runs
across his
trembling lips
he is a tree
she sets his
every leaf
to motion
as sticky juice
runs down
her perfect chin

eternity is
instantaneous
in the
spectre of
her smile
blurred
by the tears of
bonedeep longing

inoculated
in the isotopic rays
offset by
the satellite array
untuned
to reception
along his
synaptic dismay