No aims
No loves
As the dawn washes the land
Waters carry shining sand
No aims
No loves
Draw them in and embrace to thee
Incise next to tail
Lay them down
Guide them home
Become solitary
A brightened land holds no place for me
Feel the pull of the whole
Fake the grin
Fake the laugh
Mimic empathy
No aims
No loves
I thirst
I thirst
I thirst
Cull
Bleed an ocean
Spill out the scent and let the old rot run free
Flay
Tear it open
Rip off the dressing
Watch it piss out a sea