Quack

When the peach buzzing love

The crystal road that carried you

In its extreme

Loses shape and

Turns

Liquid

Full body shake

A cannon in your bones

That quakes

Its life or death questions

Like mud out of water

Less form seam-less you think

If you can

This mess

This madness

Me

When on the road that named

In carving pebbles your love

At its peak

Skips a beat and

Drops you

A shivering

Arcane chasm there

Be

The distant peach blossom canopy

A dream made real by sheer power

Fantasy

And you see

If you can

You voiceless

You wingless

Empty

When

Then

…

….

Then

…..

……

!

Br

Bre

Breathe!

Like an airborne chemical

…mmmmmsssssuck and ssssqueak!

Dose the light on your tongue

Fantastical

Open throat to the gravel and

aaaaaasssssscreeeeeeam!

The sound will come before you

Wake the light that warms the

Caking of the mud

The mud

That pours out in your vomit love

The innards now free of—

Don’t—!

Don’t cling to them, My Love.

Now they are gone

From You

But both

Not without

Speak with, My Love.

These echoes of your past

These Yous that shouldn’t last

But in the leaving can then be asked:

“Who are you?”

What is after all a quake that speaks

Quest on, My Love,

And I promise in the conversation verse

With this strange friend

The quacking will begin to blend

It was an asking all along

Into the humming of a song

Held in time and space

If not this shape

By the rhythm of

Your gaping heart