Propagation.

Coping, mimicking the strong arms that held us in contempt of the walls. we once stood in puddles of whittled sticks and blood stained floors. Climbing, cringing at the pricks of hair slowly climbing there way up your spine, chattering your teeth. ovations, avaricious and admirable, callous little gaudy eyes staring deep into mine. With time we can only compass direction but found no force to pull us there. If only the venerable hands that keep us here, were our condition and salute to emanate vivacity. exhausting the crimes of our ink stained fingers wet with the blood and grit of the woven tears we've seemed to have so prosperously made. the charity to give muffled screams and tied limbs to distances we've only discussed in our burgeoning callow eyes. I've only seen it once. the waves crash up against her chest like a blanket of grace to trail off the sins of the flesh. a vice grip, beguiling and enticing my enigma, quieting my soul but slowly pulling the effort of something you'd might call a smile. lanterns pulling at the dark of the night with the stars aimed at the heavens. tearing down the thoughts of your eyes ever becoming less dilated. tombs and encounters of the mummified past we've so set on forgetting. acid, shutting out the parasites, the pesticides that haunt the soil. the sun that purges it's light over our restless viable, vulnerable faces. so much distaste comes from our stormy salt bitter seas. A fallacy, the position of our magnets, our telescopes our rifles, our fingers, our needles. our eyes asphyxiated on the call of something in the sky. breathing underwater never felt so right. letting the ebb and flow calm our insides. closing eyes with shallow tears, but overflowing hatred. a positive force, a dimension we no longer comprehend, we grasp what was once the stolen hearts of our thieving minds. no more wrong answers, no more falling in love with the wrong mirror. we're going to do it this way, we'll do it right. we'll stop this struggle, we'll calm the storms, we'll open the ends of the cosmos. and what we'll find, what we'll discover, desire, neglect.. had died before we could slaughter it.