a distant relative of 'niche-newt'

There's always time for that last one cigarette before going cold turkey again

and now, the space revolves around the red light projected onto our ceiling through a carnivorous canopy

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Thoughts drip, sucked out by the vortex

escape the seams behind ears

and evaporate....

the town shines

mingles with the air

mute streets and people

going nowhere escaping their bottlenecks

each light a life, each life a pointless journey

a bridge between two points in time

someone thought to name birth and death

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Can you still feel me?

there's a light

a bush set on fire

on that heap of dark mass.

It might be a mountain for all that is known

is it a fire?

whoever's to tell

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Looking for clarity above the sea of fog

Underneath which lays the universe

Human fingers as rays of sun

Barely scrape the surface of the land

yet up here, their warmth penetrates the soul

I would save you

If I could

but my love can only do so much

when it floats among the dusk kissed vapour

arched above your waters.

Give me music

to make me forget how to breathe

to shatter me

to build me again from shards and colours,

lifts and falls, notes and sighs

Music to spin my heart in motion

in time with trembling strings

bleeding out melodies

Give me music to destroy me

then birth me anew

with the death of symphony

from cracks in my chest

liquid light escapes recognition

and slips between my fingers

Some days sleep eludes you

falls behind furniture of your breaths

laying with childhood dreams and unsent letters

never to be found again

maybe it is the control you wish to regain

maybe the exhaustion behind your eyes

comes from a different source

than sun's intermittent death

When someone says they love me, they scream into a ramshackle building reclaimed by wilderness.

This world I no longer recognise

it's not mine anymore

a babbling toddler walks up and looks up at me

and as we share the confused understanding

I think - yesterday, it would have been me

The mirror of a lost soul

No one told me when I was young

there would be parts of me sun would never reach, summer's heat would never touch

no one warned me about being alive

It is your silvery glow painting temporary pictures on my walls,

- you are shining down through cracks in the restless night's sky,

and I, struck by the allure unknown,

love you already,

untouchable running through my fingers

September. The time I become bloodless mist, wishes whispered into summer nights unfulfilled - I am gone with the noon.

Every breath new coat of rust

heartbeat nothing but death creeping

between stubborn flesh and sinews

new mistakes in old wounds dressing

born to reduce soul in putrid mists

And so she leaves

dissolves into faceless crowd

and in my mind

I cover a shadow in a blanket

where she used to read

last summer's wind stealing

kisses off her hair

As many worlds as there are puddles

and the autumn sky

keeps on pouring new ones at your feet

Flowers, stepped over, forgotten

break the concrete to thrive

yet more often than not

they die, unnoticed.