I am of many minds.

I am a restaurant of the dead.

Feel me from a distance, hoard me

in the memories that haven't happened.

Trace on me enhancement unforetold.

Let the colors train a swift array of bones.

Let the trees of blue breath disrupt a pale sky

without a ripple or a sound.

In the place of ambiguity

plateaus swept clean as fresh glass

sit across from me.

Give us time to study each other

in the eddies that pass us by.

I am afraid of losing myself to fantasies

of enchantment,

I am afraid of rank possession

and the leech inside.

Bleed my milk, witch,

and ink the reed inside

the temple's walls.

Teach me my master side

as a variable dragon, show me the coals

arranged as touchless knives.