mephausto

opening it all up again
blood to the world
the world to blood
heart under the open sky

on my knees and scrubbing
the finer points
of the lesser points
of my past
around this tempered floor

fuel on the fire
with every breaking beat
of this mysterious
heart

this world
contained in the fingertips
of future physical connections
is always

yet
to come

in the end
in the end
it only matters
at the end of the day

the rest is filler.

Ohm.