Air like water
Water like stone
Birds elope with the sun

velvet quietus furtively draped over ears
Quartz underfoot and crystalline opal tears
 [bad word] webs of gasping despair
Nival anphora textures the air
Anamnesis waltzes through
The windows, shut tight, and the fires are fueled
Reminding naÏveté of it's magnitude's inferiority
Skyward stretching arms [bad word] thin and weak
Bony [bad word] the clouds then curl into fists, admitting defeat

Blood concedes to gravity's pull
Leaving hollow skeletons all erect
Perforating the skyline
An impenetrable cage
Like skin drawn tight
And canvas cracked with age

Escapist flights and lengthy nights
As some succumb and slumber awakes
Faces count minutes 'til noon
Solar [bad word] kiss the moon goodnight
Grey memories for now
thousand families, down, will fall
Nival tears bury them all
Like absconding tides
Birds elope with the sun

barren desert soaked in bleach
sickly pallor and opal touch
Hallucinating, shattered glass falls
As the atmosphere cracked
And we are invaded by emptiness black

The brain keeps the [bad word] 
The continent is a new born, trying to breathe
Accepting his fate and falling asleep
The child is a woman, resting in peace

"Accepting the sleep as a blackness
Forcing it's way in and pushing air out through heavy lungs
And heavy are the clouds that reach so deep
And smother the land in a heavy shroud
Eyes press closed and words are now visible"

The sky is an eggshell waiting to hatch
The ground is the air, the wind, the trees, the Earth, the water, the fire
Sculptors working the clay
Carving angels and gargoyles
And columns as pixies dance to appease the leaves
Faces that once turned to catch the light
Frown and turn desperately down towards darkness
Float to the stiff, grey Earth

Faces count minutes 'til noon
Solar [bad word] kiss the moon goodnight
Grey memories for now
thousand families, down, will fall
Nival tears bury them all
Like absconding tides
Birds elope with the sun