THE FIRST SCREAMING ECHO

Amongst the voices of the dead
overheard an echo
 once bled
as in birth, it fled
yet every day it returns
vocal grave
this alien curve

Stone tracks crumbling swords
vacant soaring words
homeless in before the womb
existence building thrones
veins of marked and known
time rifts bless my savage grip

I saw the bluest sky
alone inside loves darkest guide
crashing doors
instructions never are given
just spat with decision

Another skin
in which I hung
another oceans bloody sight

heard the echo
closer
closer
closer
now