Domain

this is burned enlightened eyes staking domain....
ears losing silence, crying slipping through polite conversation masquerades,
teardropping dripping falling behind a smile frozen zero,
crow's feet creases of too perfect laughter conceal and swallow the true need
beneath the minutes misspent clinging to the false promise of this un-relating relentless pretend.

kiss the open air in hope of a passing ghost claiming the shadow affection,
striking empty, leaving the injury of a vacuum, a clap of thunder strokes the palette,
awakens the gut to its forgotten craving,
the heart catches up with a rapid tune of pulsing blood sounding the notes of a loss
that is not a loss as is not a gain as was never really had at all.

can't explain this sensation of breathless falling
as what heights was this ever?  no one ever measured
or took count of the steps taken in desperate daydreams
or made note of the thinning air teasing our lungs in auto-euphoria intoxications....
feel aloft in suffocation....
the clouds are monsters, are angels, animals, lovers, and machines
marching in unknown untold breezes, forming and reforming, manipulating perception,
like the constant shifting confusion of your face--
the truth is ruptured bleeding behind the fantasy of pure pleasantry,
gray bottoms heavy, swollen raindrops reveal themselves to the unsuspecting ground--
attacking, flooding, drenched in all the secret suffering the firmament withed

retire your idle words, lift the torrent from the chasms of my wounds,
pull the stakes and part the borders that never lived agreed,
float your weather elsewhere above a ground desert enough to wanting....
i am not for masquing, not for promises for the sake of promises,
not for weaving weakly nor spinning sporadic designs to disguise this distress
of your last regression in a fraudulent pattern of expressions practiced to sociopathic perfection....
i am not your domain.