Ivies gather like braids
Grasping the unfolding land
As crimson air caresses
The nearly broken storm
Standing on weak shafts
Outstretched carpets
Denuded cielings
Tense walls
Lint throughout the lungs
Scraping the last moments
On a falling ladder
As new seeds find their holes
In a beating ground
Dressing the veins with a new red
Vibrant as the bleeding mind
And what is old begins leaking down
Through the slits between the eyes
Runs across the skin
Until it dries out
Slowly disappearing
Dim lights won't reveal
The path to a lost home
Enveloped and blind
Separating skies