Our tears are tending to the stars
with every tear, we blink
a fractured crystal flowers its ink.
Opens its bottomless reservoirs,
I inhabit this void like a desert-
serpent hissing at a golden disc.
Feigned with a poison basilisk-
breath, with a kiss of certain death.
My heart is a floodgate buckling,
my love, a creaking dam half-built.
Washed-aside I sink in putrid-silt
heart anchored heavily thumping.
Our tears have ceased-to-matter;
they're chains we've broken-free-from.
Wishing we wasn't so weak, benumb.
Wishing we had a little more stature.
Our soul is the buoy we cling-on-to.
When there's no place left to swim,
but I can't pretend to be a victim-
of all that, I-unwantedly accrue.
My tears are tending to the stars
with every tear, I blink
at times I'm close to snapping like a dry twig,
becoming the lunatic everyone-deplores.