The Rosy Tones
“the rosy tones
stroking the ozones”
such sights
ocular requitals
space entails
and oh but it’s gray
but the gray is neutral, soothing
to the thing that is wrong
in my syncope, body
out of song with its boundary
hey sleepy but it isn’t
a good wake, a dream sand
a drowning in
fantasms/forms
the kiss of space
sweet sequence
but weight
in the night
pressing the breath down —
Morpheus
in your procession
of darker voicing
voce tenebrae
beautiful room
empty
weight stains
the song
