Put my face into the sink again today.
The rushing water filled
the basin and spilled onto the
floor, my hands, my knees.
Soaked hair floated around
my eyes, and I was speaking to the drain
God God God.
the bubbles birth the screams to
There is divine music in the world they say.
a harmony of chaos
a timbre in the rustle
a pitch in the despair
an orchestra in the raincloud's (de)cadance.
Yet, there is a song in me that only you can hear
and find the dawn in.
A suicidal soloist who screams
fuck you, and jumps, as
one heretic leaf falls to the ground
and cuts the music with a crack,