Untie your feet
from the thorny shackles...

I let liquid sorrow drown my heartbeat
as my knees drop on the numb rooftop...

Electrocute me against gravitational pull
because the radical stars coerce every milky bone...

Endless.
The ocean dome...

Your sole existence dwindles off my swollen thumb,
saturated with snow...

Where did they come from?
Leaves holding crowns of tempo...

Escape,
breathing the anti-humid air...

I fill the population
a lost voice croaking...

My love
you are the water...

Even in these challenging days,
my heart can only sing if your presence lingers...

The bruised and heavy number
trying to settle on your eye bags...

1. I sculpt the eternal Heavens
with the palm of my hand...