Weave my skin out of remorses
In your world there is no echo, no blood
Weave it with your eyes, hungrily...with noises,
With mud...

My first scream will set you free
Design me according to your thirst
mould my organs into shape
Pour dreams into my pores
Rest my breath beneath my thought
Crush my imperfections
Sublimate my joy...

Weathering I am, when I am not watched
Cover me with bricks and
kiss my marble eyes,
As my voice expires
Remove my chords and
keep them in bottles with salt...

I melt...into nature conscious
Of each vibration fossilized,
My soul turns into ashes
my words into letters
thoughts are mere holograms
my emotions decompose into atoms
mirroring seconds..

back into mud.