i had a friend who burnt everything he ever made

no such thing as reliable connect
on little computer systems
phlegmatic and without aspiration,
disciplines of intentional regression
returning to the uncarved block

two-one-five
nine-four-five
real important tattoo things
you couldn't possibly understand

such garbled sounds
as they are practiced
about the things which concern us
interpretation of realities
in the fate of the individual
lost with the music of the land
below the waves of illumination
as the end of exquisitely fragile delusion

disengaged by sophisticated eye&mind
how can you explain being
consumed by anything?

so door, i will unhinge you
until we are one in
blistering pieces
smouldering congruently
in the fiery furnace
blazing infinitely in nothing
but briars and bones

brand new heat that entwines
our tragedy with laughter
one foot in the air
tottering on a crag
tending to the fire
i woke up to a glare
slipping covertly&silently
through the windows of
the eye into the heart

gone by morning.