Unlived death, that was me waking in exile from the bones.
He said I remember your verse a split open bloom!
Given away your gems to sea, ready to become ash, green blood,
you have killed a white cloud, now go for a floral burial.
He said I remained unpacked like an open wound.
How far space will hang on the shoulders,
how far the sky will remain blue?
Snow will not melt, I presume
I will burn my shirt with stain.
Life will not stop but conceive the proud burning pain.
I stand today without complaints, grieve for my silence, ignorance.
There was a home I could not save miles from water like bright dome.
