Thanatos III: Scratches Heard on the Wallpaper

Cinder block and Yule log ash
Between rattled bulwark and painted gash of drywall canvas.
I leap from broken parapet and tumble through the hairline crack of facade.
Wind at a hindrance and an impediment
Driving me into the dark: a blurry moon
Only blue and then a darker.

I stand at the edge of Estuary, a tranquil geyser
Of melting veneer, slipping in the sincerity of the wolf.
Up to my knees in greywater;
Filtered in the refined gaze of his crater formation.
Woof wolf.

I am the revolutionary of 24 hours
Your other half, eclipsing the ocean.
Blind city lamppost - beautiful blue
Ignoring techno scratches and burning lights a
Discarded stone into the reflection of the stars.
Gaze into the sky dearest.
We are already Here.
Whirlpool memories flood
My ebb and flow.