theater of diminished faculties

I saw an organ spill backseat stuck and pulled up to reveal gaping entrance of devil tunnel. I saw and do not question. Palaces of bone rubbed away until a seeming maw points skyward to devour approaching intelligences. Cannot question, wonder. Bound and removed. Honey-glue spread across split wings, blood trails into warehouses. Tremors in the hand just to consider, the skull sliding beneath the skin of the face, erasing the signs by which I know you as you. You were once beautiful, a loved thing kept safe in skirts and numbness, now just so much stain. Consider, remember. Once so much promise now an empty vessel for endless appetites in empty rooms. Bow, allow to pay witness. Handfulls of smashed blackberries and beeswax and ash smear points of contact where the jaw curves to the neck and along the spine, horizon lines like sewn eyes across the nipples. Consider and understand. This is what I cannot touch. Not simply a memory-vision but representative of various others, faces beneath, one to stand for many. Impotent witness. Pill-rattle as your fingers claw at the lid. She presents her body before the elk, and I witness and choke. Sinew abuse. The maker sets a mouth upon creation and exhales, spits, vomits, puts everything into this void, a carrier of terrors. Slips out beneath definition, sticky and dizzying, everything to someone and now nothing, nothing at all. Pleas beneath speech. Unknowable intentions. Show the bones. Make a public display of the areas of intersection. Become my everything and I will follow and weep at your swallow down into the clouded water. I will build narratives of your tragedies and praise your wisdom and curse your father. My divine bride of blackouts and waking dream reverses time and crawls upward into the final light.