I trace seeking sleep
Hard too when you’re not next to me
I am beggining to remember
The differences between browns and reds
The monks carving my wrists to darken
Their identical garments
Shading what I am known for
Blurring the deformities
Mouth wide-furies
Swallowing the terrible pride
The heads carving wood
Unlocking the flowers behind glass
The scienced soil accelerating their growth
I can finally draw this now
Emptying hospitals cured
Domes breasting humanities
Where colors joyfully surrender themselves to be used