Pyroscription

Now lets conspire to dance at wildfires
To spite tragedies at the door
Such heavy hands are no threat to me
Acclimate to sounds of breaking

I throw myself from time to time
Blunt surgeries
Innocent
Yet you bleed
Seething between these fine lines
Can’t help but pull
Lynch pins towards the next explode

These sounds of living throes
Are sounds of living, thrown
These sounds of living
On the break, and my own

The conditions interred in
A case of skin, a cage of bone
Inertial bursts
Become entropic when left alone
That could be fine
But its lost on me
In deliberate moves
Of mental fists the let go lets go

These sounds of living throes
Are sounds of living, thrown
These sounds of living
On the break, and my own

Yea its all words above the fray
And I know in the end there’s nothing
But scraps that are snatched
Whilst breaking, throes

~Solo~

But this is it
We’re living in it
Down in it