stream of consciousness.

i'm not sure where to start this but i think the best opening line to put is:

i take time to ignore the fact that time has no concern for my well being.

or is that a lie?
being that time slowly turns the wound inside out. Like a physician it must examine the specifics.
torn ligaments & loss of blood. heavy breathing, bone marrow dissappearing, cracked and brittle.
mysterious bruising on many differant parts of the body, shadows under eyes, anemic.
pale & small,or too empty to fill
in space around you.
you look like the body of a
soul sinking through the walls of existance.

are you ready to give in?
does it look like theres nothing else better to do than to just let your fingers fall
let them fall inches away from grasping a meaning.
its not that sad;
when you think of it in terms of a beautiful, a gorgeous, a frightened ..
a going away, goodbye & farewell.
see you in two moons & seventy stars from now.
i am ready to sleep on sunsets
& burn myself on real rays of acid
bitten solar energy.

because thats what happens right?

you get burned.