Staring resentfully out my window

i had seen the humans brandishing 

light.

and had at the warmth upon me

the gentle pitter-patter of song 

and hatred.

i still stand, envelopped by

the uselessness of the falling flies

the dropping fertile cows

the livestock inbred, rotten meat.

sudden warmth, love abundant

and i, before my

humanity?

how could i call

the slimy heat clavicles 

like overcrowded office spaces

the violins wailed as light bulbs 

exploded.

lives, lives ran out of time

a stop watch in the distance

and like waves, bliss

bliss overflowing like a petal brushes feet

and the petals swimming in the oceans of

emotion.

of single drops of absolute emotion

sentiment most often felt by dogs.

and in my cave, i felt the grandeur

the thousand storms, the lightning unaccompanied

the unbearable beats of thunder

afar.

distant languages of love, countries

unseen,

life after death.

invoked to me by the bees of the valley

buzzing like the gray stewards

around the cadaver of my 

incomprehension.

“if not all is to be understood?”

their wings raised like finger

to force a poem out is like

traversing a collar around your

soul’s neck.

and forcing it to regurgitate its 

undigested emotion.

wine no longer exists,

the fermentation of 

human emotion is reduced to

words on a page. 

without a human soul

the words mean nothing

and to drag your emotion

making it crawl, torturing it

trying to rid yourself of it, 

throwing up 

nothing.

not even bile

because if the soul is not listened

it will produce even less than

a dirty mattress

unrest.

then existence is non existent

and the soul is all that speaks

if a soul does not speak

then existence takes over

and the soul is petrified forever

in time.

how my flaps of of twisted thorns

like gills in dirty oceans.

breeding such filth and

light.

residue 

of music.