Merge

We merge, such love and agony: we cry, such pain and miracle.

Our dance, a subtle influence: a beige summer; and thus, the

In between, a beauty sewn. Her qualm, deeper than intention:

Something strikes a nerve. I pause, a gelid furnace; and cringe,

The devil’s finger. Such ‘parency, her debut; and so fragile, the

Art. A beating heart swims poison: a creek of thorns. Invoke

The night, my aching venom; and capture colleagues; but

Morning joy, the reach of pain. What fathom your soul—a

Bleeding monster; and what stresses your heart—such composure?

I walk the shadows; and glide the fragments; and thus alert, a

Hostage soul. Her journey hate—the guise a maxim: I pause,

And nurture wounds—a furnace cry. Indeed a star, as such as

Algae; and thus, the wall, an ancient shrine. We merge, such love

And agony: we die, such pain and miracle.