stones grow up from the ground crashing towards the sky losing definition only to my eyes
[Echoes of Voices in the High Towers ALL Wounds Explained Here all knives Bandaged all empires Arrested all Castles unbuilt Hearts unbroken
ALL our Splendid Monuments Lipstick traces on a cigarette the Light up on only Land Forest here once Forest here again Blank your mind with Lightning Fire & Blood AND PUSH AWAY ALL THIS]*
i am in the foggy world of dreams the shapes above me are looming and cracking telling me things i cannot say “repeat!” i lay entangled in these limbs only to watch them burn away holding [me] left alone, would it ever stop “we’re hurt”
*Excerpt from Echoes of Voices in the High Towers by Robert Montogomery