My Books Are Subdued

My books are subdued. Having read them
in my prime miasma. bookmarks, marking time… 
like a window marks a point of view.
I sully my ascension with such gravity
I move from a hole in my heart
to a place in my soul
where the ravenous sun is a yellow moon
and i am constantly
in Love.

farming rubies, is no bleach
we mindshare the radio of our thievery
clutching whatever drums
to the beat a of heart
with so many
tidepools
when you’re 
there…

you bleed nice wise.

Then you 
wake 
up.