the walls of a poem like the folding of wings they burn through the base of the skull under the eyelids the night eternal down fell the city of words the blackness throbbing foul and unrestrained under the seafloor against the white sand where the land has been drinking all our blood and regret our words are like quicksand against the endless sky the poisonous darkness in solid silence like rivers of ice we burn like blinding fires in the void of my spirit deep in the lungs of hell to sink like lead in the void of my spirit deep in the lungs of hell traceless through the air 