I'm not human.
I'm a fossil crumbling behind a smirking mask of glass.
I am a ghost
Cursing the luminous wilt of your eyes
Until your peacock dreams go
Blind.
Whatever I am,
It is something your thunderous tongue will never understand.
We rot endlessly under the same
Long, cold, halo of stone.
My heart dissolves like rainwater
Into the savage pulse
Of being.
