diving.

I am alive and a drip, diving.
transcending the smile with a scowl.
my bed is a mirror of the downfall of man
and i'm drowning the fault with these keys,
again.
as my ear grazes pillows, the echoing truth,
a hound and a flame both produce
the same, lies.

rust-free thinking.

If you're green, lie to me;
but understand i'm in.
When are you back to the Sleeping Place?
Carry me there, a blackness evermore;
if only (to burst)-
At last, Defeat! Plots...
A heavy trot i've heard- a song.
I'm living in a week of minutes as 
         you
               creep
                       along.