Cold hard breeze blows inside my body
It blows me upwards and downwards in thought
I try to pull out these weeds but I keep choking on them.
The wind blows hard and my lungs are crisp
I am cold, frozen and waiting for warmth, for comfort
for denial.

We blinded ourselves with stars and suns and moons
and ghastly images of virgins and crabs.
cosmic charts that scar.
dilating curses of colour and crystals;
our eyes mystified and manipulated.
and our skin smouldered by an incense of lies.