Weightless, I collapse into the space of memory
Unwanted images flash behind my eyes
Wildly flickering screens barely able to contain
Spasms pressed up against their glass
I see her floating through slate-black washes
Inside slimy mires of mind
I hear her whimpering, nearly
Drowned out by toneless buzzing
Lost in cold, reverberating dark
I've forgotten her face
Once burned in so deep
Now formless, an amoebic frame stretched
Colorless and emasculated across
The backs of my eyelids

In a vast room furnished with shapes
Emerging from its caliginous tract
Husks lie prostrate in a corner, vaguely
Shadowing a religious intensity
Hearts battered and wrinkled
Stamped into flat black envelopes
Marked only with wordless scrawls
Spill out of dry-rotted chests
Where compassionate and murderous
Throbs slept in the same bed

Blood oozes back into the sun
While the sky rubs its eyes
Bodies reanimate, and, strung through
Them, tightened vessels relax
Meaning compressed into words slowly
Scatters about red-hued mindscapes
Occupied by memories pressed against glass
Untwisting and calming, cooling and filling with love
That drips upward, back down into deflated
Shells again made firm and unruptured
Sadness rewinds through ridges and valleys
Tears sweetly kiss their way back into ducts
Sobs gasp back into the back of my throat