requiem et redux

[archmardi]

not when death visits. it perpetuates
stretching across an ocean of emotions
shedding skin and literature, i reduce
sense to awe, and what you say
wither, sense to awe, grave-bound
whiteness before time

with soil on your face. breathing is
empathy with a tousle of grass-hair
brooding dream and sight, in silent
the earth replies, my sadness
feeds, chain to chain, worm-wrapped
blue fingers carressing

dirt caught in nails. nothing forgives
an insular arcadia straying from orbit
swallowing breath and bone, whose heart
pray and love, desire was our first
sin, those praying eyes, red-lidded
sunsets follow us through