stones grow up from the ground
crashing towards the sky
losing definition
only to my eyes
[Echoes of Voices in the High
Towers ALL Wounds Explained
Here all knives Bandaged
all empires Arrested all
Castles unbuilt Hearts
unbroken
ALL our Splendid Monuments
Lipstick traces on a cigarette
the Light up on only Land
Forest here once
Forest here again
Blank your mind with
Lightning Fire & Blood
AND PUSH AWAY ALL THIS]*
i am in the foggy world of dreams
the shapes above me are looming and cracking
telling me things i cannot say
“repeat!”
i lay entangled in these limbs only to watch them burn away
holding [me]
left alone, would it ever stop
“we’re hurt”
*Excerpt from Echoes of Voices in the High Towers by Robert Montogomery