11.5.12

(the last sitting) - random pieces I've written for no.one

The world takes a deep breath and 
I pauses just as it is about 
To exhale all of its debris consciously.  
Pure state of mind
Exists in agony. 
And the skies agree it looks 
Like fever is upon. Dressed in light.
Smear my eyelids to conquer 
The dark. Shades of purple 
And green orbit around 
My body. The queen has died.  
But her cerebral is just beginning to bloom.