I've known you
the tides that shift and follow
and the choking critters that cease to breathe
Step within the crooked forests
Where flesh turns to angular shapes
in an epileptic dance
The twin black globes crawl beneath the bent horizon
As one hikes the realm of sickly caves
gagged by brush and bone
and swamps of bile
Witness the colors fold to the aching fog
as currents find their comas
Where a noose of sores begs for a nape
in the twilight of a twisted dusk
Fields of thorn erode time
in a realm where eyes aren't needed to see
Don't look
You've got a shadow on you"