Silence's Brittle Peace

Down these shoulders slide this sky's sheet of reflection, pink In my palms, secretly, are these screams from me received Repeat after me, says only He, the Almighty You did this You did this Upon black street, coated with soil soft, I do curl Tinted blue in judgment, my spirit aloft does whirl I know this to be a representative of Me Pronouns shouted loudly, a handless puppet's bleak scream When the chasm drops deep without a bottom flat seen Does this black Light screen naught but through the bulb's bleak, thin sheen Scratch more than my own flesh may these fierce, hard, red nails pierce Fear, the weighted blanket of time upon dark sails leers A tumble, tumble, spin up yet none toward her soon The slam is a lesson in boldness, forward it looms Seek not the tension of the total backward, to doom Appease God with the blessing of an old lesson's plume Circulation interrupted by wrapped fingers, tight Paint the mundane things bright white as her eyes nigh seem wide I cough, cough, but my lips match rhythms of only hers Her gaze blasts breath in the schisms of this lonely verse