spilling my shadow

spilling my shadow out past me and chasing it the treat at the end of the strings my past and future my death my mirror below me gazing back and the wishing well I cast my thoughts into
whimper with lilac tears and drown yourself into an ocean of seamless senses
every touch a gesture of life’s incomparable season the battle never lost the molecule remains long after the lash has fallen the spark flickers beyond the shadow of the fire
every seam is sewn shut nothing can be sought behind the present the actuality and fiercesome stark reality that bare bulb lights my eyes to my image