Slow

Eyes in a
Stream float
Away
Treetops, dead
Hornets, and
Waste

A simple kind
Of ignorance
Falters to the
Side
Exuberance to
Find your
Mind, lost her
Far behind

Something
There silent
A coil, a snake
Shell

Unraveling
Storm from the
Deep

Skin drops in
Oceans
My heart is not
Open
Dying sun
Sinks to the
Deep

Lies
The skin drops
Into the sea
And ripples
Eternally
Lies
A dying fetus
Will fall from
The trees it
Never had a
Chance to
Breathe

So silent slip-
Ping away
Decaying
Violent end of a
Day
A would be
Crimson float-
Ing grave
I'm transfixed
Fading far away