home crashing in the waves
made of ramshackle wood
--splinter not shatter

words are the prophet
speak your soul to the wind
watch it flutter, form
to the canvas concave
injured and hollow of song

but i can write to fill
a constellation
lyric from star to star
breath lights the scattered scars
burn a hole through the night
until darkness unravels
like a thread

Wound it
baptize and bear the
battered straits of
your normalcy
sign a cross and
memorize the lines
of your veins
lions stir in
crypts above
the sleeping stones
wake your galaxy
spirit-jumping
careful not to
rouse the bones