hold my hand, euphoric

Stoic oak door, burden a bore  

static in mind, forever no place   

drift from the shell, can’t feel it no more 

Now carry me, weary my crate

Coaxed to the chair, touch can’t ignore 

Dancing darkness hanging humidity,  

rips into fog, escaping this breath  

Sprinkle your ash, upon my garden

The ones whom dived into the hay within the confines of the barn

Delay the rake from behind your claws dig in reaping skin

Crave, behave

Break free, I’ve broken free

Skipping into the atmosphere with a rocket and my spear