Outside of myself a promise tender on many shoulders
If crushed I smear a promise tossed by little by little
On top of no one
A promise burning
With eyelids stretched

Diademed sorrows
Sit in the morning fog
Revealed like cowardly
Stripes across my head

Pinpoint visions collapse
To beaks open to sip
Open to the days curse
Open to my history

Crowned sparrows
Drink in devastation
Constructed like tear
Stripes down my face

Within my clay a failing tender to visions surrounding
So bruised I surrender a failing arisen by little by little
To blindness given
A failing up close
On eyelids touched

Open to the days curse
Open to my history
That these eyes can still see
Is a crime...a fucking crime