Grains

You are them as they were you
We grind our teeth as no one’s there
Mirror's mind currency, washed in through,
Lovely psychotic dream died somewhere

As called rabid dogs out
sustained on weak grace,

ripping reason apart
leaving tracks in it's trace.

held so calm in false embrace

the door's hinge charred rose seeding
snapping molars for a taste

and a vial to put the shards in.

prosthetic tangents to the walls
the glance into Pandora's eye

hours viscous drain out time
until love rips apart the sky.

Prosthetic tangents to the outside cage
attempted interface with a chemical divine

wording slips out through the pavement gap
grains of wisdom,
winds of rye.