Weight

 A comparison of what counts.

 

VI.

In the blue, my sight saw, full eyes raised.

Deep behind, I could fall to swim braised.

Blinking lids, in the shade.

Heavy breath, I had made.

Without fray, knowing more, we are glazed.

VII.

In the heat of thunder and in the writhing tremble of the ground, I had stared at,

Encapsulated in breath and light, in air and light,

The web of trees overhead trickling in the wind.

 

Onward I'd have trod to nevermore,

For there was no place for me anywhere but there.

Certainly not here.

A pressure induced to a crown, a diamond formed, is what she searches for,

Nothing too grand for an open field, or an eyelash abroad.

She stared upward in the search for red.

Bloodshot visions in a late mirror, in the golden noonlight.

Blue veins pierce the undergrowth, gathering in the small of his back.

In my eyes, I stare upon my craters in the vacuum.

Screams echo across the sand, the sliding of thoughts across the ears,

Driving him home. His hood and her hair catch my gaze across the tanness.

Forward, I stare, syruped by the crowd of children.

An icy realization slickly slips across the ruins, wind billowing

Through my lips. I am dragged down, not by myself, but by nothing.

A gravity around her, but nothing so great as anything worthless.

The thorns were too sharp against the stars, against the indigo night.

He couldn't stand. They couldn't either. I couldn't breathe.

A king's profile, painted perfectly against my horizon.

Stretching out, I grasp, but all I see is lost in the flames.

Nothing but a mottled face of the Earth.

The roots entangle me within them, thus I fall.

Staring upon the leafy ground, I see a simpleness of color,

A bright, new fruitling bursting from the world,

A place to save. I crawl up from the dirty floor.

A delicacy reaches out upon me, nails imperfectly clipped,

Hair hastily pulled back, flowers dispersed across the plain,

A network of canals, falling off the cliff.

But all I can see is the sun overhead,

Heating the ground, shining in green.

A wash of clearness breezes through the woods.