4am holding the hand

What jagged empire you built in the spaces -clean and dust -
so many unpacked careful hours-
thrown into the rage to float in this discomfort of conversation
Crazy-sad words in balance upon this delicate hold
a shifting wind blowing the burdens eager grace
Friend this bitter scent you are reading from an ancient rustic book
a tattoo in name only stretched across the meaning
years spent drowning at the mirrors command
stealing woven magic wealth
stealing speech -stealing a position
Friend, I sleep more when this light
is eaten by a God
three whisky glass religion
Rock blessed leather virgin
sainted vomit dripping in a stone field
Friend -
see the cut open flesh-
I am all yours -
Friend
Fear is not my collection
I never end
Friend