sparks drift
yet never manage
to ignite these
fields of dreamdander
unregulated banks
of pollinated ash
irritating insolence
and esophageal linings
by equal measure

these tears
blurring vision
while never quite
falling to trace
chaotic trails
down weathered cheeks
lend credence to
semicoagulated
hypotheses regarding
atheistic anesthesia
counting back from
one million lies
whispered in the
fragility of space
there are no answers
only rhetoric in
the form of questions
bloody polyps on
the vocal discords
from screaming as
the echo chamber churns

sparks drift
leaving scorch marks
on serenity
blustery blisters
denouncing destitution
dealing dreaded denouments
denying degradation
in unsatisfactory
hymnals untouched
by divinity’s grace