(crack fingernails)

My brain is the still message, left crimson in the reeds.

(half parts)

My brain is the mirror we surrender to a heart.

(in silence)

My brain is the drowning hand.

(riding sinews)

My brain is the fondness of death in passing.

(assure this light)

My brain is the kiss coming back to him in folds of brick and bone.

(rutter gaze)

My brain is the given left to whims.

(and thieves)

My brain is the life tied, defiant.

(plans to stay)

My brain the neglect our fortune mapped in stars.

(her dreams in meadows)

My brain is the length cut after the hanging and tied tied to our last, solemn grace.

(stolen mistakes)

My brain is the prison hand scratching long for holy hides.

(hand cuts)

My brain is the dog day drawl letting us in.

(left to tame)

My brain is the the cowboy kid warring his kingdom.

(pole shifts)

My brain is the comfort lost to our old paper homes.

(touring dawn)

My brain is the parting means of forever.

(sleeping bars)

My brain is our wreck home to roost.

(our weighed surprise)

My brain is the bite that gave the angels back their city.

(the shiftless boy)

My brain is the sober spring of idle suffering.

(soft wine)

My brain is the shudder sunk beneath the hand that offered us a chance back to the time we shaped our madness in the tempered peaks of lives undone.