untitled (6/5/18)

sun-white
blossom for cupped hands
 
sun lodged in my trachea
 
learn to split atoms
my roman horizon
war in vein
god seed
 
i dreamt  
the sky had finally fallen
 
i dreamt  
i saw andromeda pirouette
into the mouths of men
 
eyes like geode
like polyurethane
like brine
 
all of it
 
just a skull full of afterglow
 
earth burns red  
on the inside
 
 
so do i