Farldos Away

between the letters we destroyed

Into a space between the letters we destroyed
where incoherent remainders stretch
their tangled limbs to the horizon beyond
the dis-articulated soul we shake free;
where cold grey anatomy
cast across your broken mind
a web of spider hands
swarm the syllables fray.

At the edge of nothing
in the mouth of the void
one hot syllable rings
and shares us;
where night in my burning hands
swells to the proportion
of a question
that won't be asked
and when the sky
breathing wind into my shadow
joins me in the tumble through the winter
I am stretched across the torrent
from a trembling mountain
streaming to to the sun bleached
faces of the statuary;
where the day beneath
bodies lays buried
and where the chalk on my lips
burns the sun
I have found a small shadow
in which we both can lay.