Inhale the ashes of the dead earth
coat your tongue till your lungs
turn to lead and your ribs
shake and crack in their mirth
exhale every lie you've ever cried
to keep alive
and sigh
sigh out blissful release, but don't inhale
for your imagination has returned
to hell and been tried for learning reality
and found inevitably guilty
and left for a fiery damnation.
off the heels of your hand
flick the scarce leftovers of the
feast of illusions
and confusion
back to the skin of the land
and accept the diffusion
of hallucinations
through your spine
and every nerve that ties
your weary bones together
seam by seam
and click the fire back to life
to burn away more dreams
