i dip my toes
into the surface
of the sun
(molten
miseries melting
the flesh from
bone)
the speakers
are blown
tinny distortion
as the world
is filled with
slivers of
pain
(shooting
stars race across
the negative
space
between dazzling
displays
of absences)
ensconced in
silence
the vacuum of
space between
(irrational
heartsputters)
razor lines
eradicate the
ignoble
indifference
shown from the
celestial
misnomers
/i am the ghost
of the oak tree
left to haunt
the seeds that
litter the forest
floor/(untouched
by the callousness
of the pulsating
starshines) i dip
my body of sin
into the milky ways
that wind themselves
in stardust kisses
promising only
nothingness in the
faltering (states
of rapid decay)