Crawling Chaos (In-Between)

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Croaking sky, her iron eyes
speak no more my wet rock home
thund'rous soul claps true & free
peace within this stressful storm
 
feathered crowning starry shine
brimstone shores our fleshy leak
blazing calm through battered time
mellowed from her salted peak
 
crooning zenith siren head
sickle moon reaps loom for oil
mongrel boom for rainfall plead
blue tongues parched with room & toil
 
sings this fume to wooden East
melts with mantled Northern hiss
crawling chaos in-between
binding lips by cold abyss
 
cloak of space, that graven look
moans no more my garden bones
blood born star mind leading free
fire inside her eye of storms