crystal-turning cactus
not much said
but what
matters

you have become a dream
at the edge
of the
mirror
the distorting lens
entreats the flower to open
when the mind turns on
vestiges of reality
shatter riverlinger
on the maimed grasses
all moons are for walking on

beyond hope
this unreality

break ing            flaked

you

words hook

fuck

but nothing
ever
comes of it