ReRites (I Am The Nothing You Believe In & The Sea That Is Invisible Love)

I Am The Nothing You Believe In & The Sea That Is Invisible Love In an eye i am the shadows walking in the sand the dreams of the dead world A litter of perfume falling into the sea a pawn in a tree where the Clouds die of light singing isolation acetylene and beautiful. A place reflecting a memory that cannot hide, a suspended penetration. Dark sounds as the sky fills night with the living dead light. The short game of peace like a house alone. Eureka Whirling Mildew We sit in the dry dirt of homes and memorize rapture On chair that get crushed where stories are never forgotten Like them, born, we meet to believe the mountains grow A burden of bones and mournful informality, drunken undulating and pollinated.