your wooden form is a disguise
you're watching shores through quiet eyes
you hold aloft explosive fire
you're really really really tired

you write a song in her remains
you walk unbound through poisoned lanes
you want to scream from being left
alone, in death the sad & known

you stay. be seen, if that'll do
absorb the people, let them through
reread the last of someone's gaze
you're letting go. that's all it says

pretend to be someone you're not
forgot you're seen within that rot
holes in your future burn your touch
denial, bargaining, and such

'that's not the point!' the tension breaks
they tell the past of her mistakes
your sister says she always knew
you hope, this time the answer takes

your human form is a disguise
you're watching shores through quiet eyes
you hold aloft explosive fire
you're really really really tired

braided her timelines all the while
reach out far back to see her smile
it's the direction of abyss
you hoped it wouldn't, quite like this

it wonders why you're looking blue
they wonder. fuck. how do you do?
pretend it is or isn't sleep
with anchor lost, how goes the ship?

your heart is corridor and mold
entropy's dare to eat you whole
you're mad with grief or mad with death
to hold a careful, spatial breath

within, the poetry of form
the formless music of the storm
ignites. or doesn't, as it stands
you hope, this time the question lands