the walk

an unshaven face emerges from the night's crusted oceans
plastic stick and chemical abrasion flash 
moist scented streams 
burnt air reminds/ better ways
lost focus drowning metal spirit
faint featureless shapes 
whispering years 
running tiny steps crash, leap, disappear
soft melted hands 
merging flowing descending
words tied whipped, flogged
sold items hang in blank reason
forgotten little corners gather with protest
red dotted corn fields spread behind pointed
guarded hedgerows

The engine becomes day's dragon
rubber wardens order movement
provided cells await
order simplicity control
Remote Death

Earth's slender
fiery tender flame
cast again upon youthful winds
time grows uncut
each plan,
each escape
caution bleeds 
Remote Death
i can spell blessed