Lace of sparks curls
Crown-like
I am inside contained briefly
Or beyond
Another shape entirely
Between skull bones and tongue
A little broken
A little queer
The unreliable narrator of reality
Of soft impressions fluid
Finding all the cracks
But I am something else
star lit darkness deep
No depths no bones at all
The imperfect channels will erode
Sputter into dissolution
Leaving me bare and bright
// Eoten