LAY BELOW--- LAY ABOVE---------SLICED DAYS

Blood on my eyes
 words scratched
sunken chests of spoken heresy
 pointed apology
 darkness threw
dressed in my suicide robe
calling names 
selling nights agents
talking in the day

endless that smile
stretched on the washed bleached beach
curled inside another hymn
dates become hours and start
weeping clocks sting
dripping times molten sigh
 
Shrines arrive
carried on the lovers past
faint this last beginning
catch a warning breath
 
who hides
as I once stood
above that open ground
silver chimes
lay broken
refused by the clay
refused as they sound
 
Forged this freedom
which slips into a noose
feathered grip
grasping footstep
heals the wounded ground
 
Bright a silver thread
stolen
found
and at last
RETURNED