I follow your cross expression
To its transmutable keep.
The gold flecks in your eyes
Fizzling like forgotten constellations.
We our old and contemptuous
Living cock over fist
In search of a more amorous feint.
Does your heart burn blue or orange?
I follow the miner, song sinking
Beneath the earth’s fleshless folds.
I waver and whoop in the covenant
Of this truncated garden, a mind
That will neither give nor spare
Its sole tenet the benefit of sentience.
My doubts forming an ocean
Into which I am dutifully extinguished.
Test over, brain dead.