Static.

I'm aware of my lack of perfection;
within my depths, waves rush
of you or towards you, hard to say from this
external
point of view
Although, I could continue my attempts to see
for a lifetime.

Sinking under,
twist and coil,
spin in the smoky wind.

Mind-hurricane.

You in my rearview mirror,
broken bones and severed tongues.
Driving off was like an ocean song,
malevolent waves beating on past shores.

When you taste the music,
feel it play throughout your body,
you may have found home.

Riding into the navy-green wormhole
warms my unprotected heart.

Arythmic drums will pound upon souls;
leave no trace, leave no testimony.
Escape before it falls.