pyschogeometry

bright lights and off-white knights
the kind of wave you can't even
try to fight
dividing lines and vital signs
approaching boundaries undefined
passing close to the brilliant center
the singularity that was never really there
our comet flies wide
we spin too far from the sun
sublimation ceases

ouroboros on a plane
swallowing another inch,
another word of false certainty better left unsaid
he draws close the horizon

too many angles in this head
i can't keep a hold
can't grow strong for growing old
i'm slipping between the sixth and seventh ribs
to raw intention veiled in skin
i test the conditions
for this new volition

these tesseracts are in your head
too many faces
i cannot comprehend
all origins invisible to the naked eye
and how naked am i?
with my breath held tight in my chest
and my tongue gone soft with disuse

Catch This Fire

I remember when you told me
"I hope this will never change"
and on our hands and scraps of paper
scribbled secrets I've kept safe
for all the days that I've been dreaming now
and the nights I lie awake
will you take my hand and promise me
that you will never break?

There are times when I still taste you
on this bitter summer air
and the ghosts of hatred once deserved
are more weigh than I can bear
but I'm so sick of saying sorry
and of saying it so well
and of asking your forgiveness
when I can't forgive myself

so I build this pyre
strike this match like lightning
burn myself, that liar
down until

the ground beneath me falls away
i'm passing through the sun
tonight i swear i'll catch this fire
and stop us growing numb

Do you remember when I told you
that this life is a war?
waste our deeds on the field of dreams
don't know what we're fighting for
But this is where I'll make my stand
upon this hill I'll die
witnessed now my certainty
my fist raised to the sky

as I build this pyre
strike this match like lightning
burn myself, the liar
down until nothing's left

the ground beneath me falls away

i'm passing through the sun

tonight i swear i'll catch this fire

and stop us growing numb

Immolate this
These masks
These cold and fragile crutches
To flames
Forsake
all hoods and veils and snakeskin
cough up all things blind and broken
black and wretched
cold and ugly
is this ghost an empty shell
or is there still some last spark of me?
when all else is torn away
there remains one truth unbroken
in passion and purity rise
reborn, as one, we are ignited

i will build this pyre
strike this match like lightning
burn old self, that liar
down into nothing

i will build this pyre
strike this match like lightning
burn old self, that liar
down into nothing

the ground beneath me falls away
into the setting sun
tonight i swear i'll catch this fire
to stop us growing numb

the ground beneath me falls away
into the setting sun
tonight i swear i'll catch this fire
to stop us growing numb