fruit unraveling stars

There is a fruit unraveling stars and light
In the putrefaction of pitted sores.
While the streets and trees curl up at night,

A blind woman wails into sheets of white
While on her branch of open doors.
There is a fruit unraveling stars and light...

In toes, blades of grass of awful blight,
A broken sand from empty glass pours,
While the streets and trees curl up at night;

Hairs whispering lamentations and delight,
Emanating from the chaste head in scores -
There is a fruit unraveling stars and light,

And she plucks it from her sight,
Distracted. Flower stems, a bondage of moors -
While the streets and trees curl up at night -

She's tied down by a lack of foresight,
Rights, and the misleading heads of boars.
There is a fruit unraveling stars and light,
While the streets and trees curl up at night.