Limb

This useless limb can crack and twist, in infinite repetition. In between this thing and the shadow of a thousand doubts, however stacked in fever. This dream repeats to your catching seize, and burns and burns on open seas and slumber breaks as ashes float from lash to lash. The terror rolls on waves, you see, and settles down to sunken graves.

Squat

This nebulous caress sits squat and shade, between the fade and different rhythm. Under broken hands fold, untold as certain spots still stain, tracked down the line and rain or shine.

All collect to meet them on stares and stares and fit to be tied, selected to be seen. Middled by now and been and here comes the rain again…and the shine.

As clouds, we leave, on stairs.

Wax

Such creatures are these, disguised in masks of melted wax. As far as feathers fray, these beasts we speak of, these beasts. With backs as wrenched as seven days, they crawl and die on covered tracks, with eyes as sharp as heaven’s gaze.