Outside

 

you are a slow moving pendulum
caught-up in my hindsight
a web tangled misconception
wrapped around the stem cells
of every illusion we never want to let go of
dream weaver, fighting the nightmares

seconds falling into dust
an air spirit between these ribs
all of the wishes we forgot to make
because everything else got in the way
the flesh on my bones, my blood...

skin that tortures so eloquently
fragile fixation, fading in and out
sometimes, I am just a ghost
and you are the tangible part of me

my corporeal weight
immortal without those broken parts
the stars in my veins are still with you