Emanations, A Corpse

These words travel like music through water, Swift and liquid, lost in translation to ears. Like a song in a language I cannot comprehend, but feel the sound glow within; comprehend, and hum to inner songs, as audible in glee as grief, as bright as soul in an eye, and in you I wove a woe that could be barely held we pay to scarify ourselves from what is real, and call the scar reality; I keep running down the glass hall. You are smoke, just on the other side, always there and unreachable. I lay in wait, I lay in wait… for hope’s feather’s to brush my fate.