this boy breathes fire

this boy breathes fire,
restless chaos diffused
in electric veins and lungs of glass;
envelops the air
a catalyst, a catharsis
the end of the end of days

call it from hilltop to hilltop:
come eat your dreams
while they're still hot,
before they fly away

no stars tonight
moon glimmers in half-life
its scarred face a haunted smile
you and i take flight
move unhindered
through cyphered snowstorms
pinpricks cold as jewels

a last hurrah:
raise your voice, your glass
your expectations
a feast before we fast.
never will i be still
for true death is
where motion is not

confer upon me no blessings,
offer unto me no rabbits' feet,
no words of wretched wisdom
gone sour in your refrigerator.
i want that which can hold me in,
stop my brain from spilling--
succumbed to inner pressure,
silver streaks sublimating in space
--and no words can do that.

i'll hold your hand if you hold mine
squeeze as tight as you want;
we can't break each other now