I used to verse
On ocean waves
That never burned
Or blew
Bitter mist into my face
Snow that rarely
Blanketed the earth
Or gave me
Flakes to taste
Voices speaking
Foreign words
For me to decipher
Or laughter
In which I found pain
Crucifixes
Painted on crevices
Into skin
With pins
Blood – I used
To leave my
Sinister conclusions behind
Or far from me
In this light
I have seen the future
Witnessed past
Now to make
These perfect memories last