When hearts tangle veins in a circle, When motionless beats are unfurled as loosened seeds, When beginnings are reaped, as endings are sowed, When miles are left for the ocean that sweeps All else into its bottomless form. What hunger can I reign into you To have what is left for me? I come in thin bursts To your feeling Of our torn circle, Of our torn veins, Of each stain created from a painless beginning To the motionless end. I have this, the mere seed to never sprout. Just a newness that receives Just a tear to make it wilt Before it ever grew. Tranquility is the desertion From the screams, Though the desert deserves its growth. How long to yell? How long to tell When my mind can at last silence Its mighty call? Beauty beats a heartfelt affinity Upon the rugged shores, Upon the stilled evermore, As death has gladness in its eyes, Washing torrents from the black holes, Watching worlds bleed their loss Upon when irises cross.