Sleep is a search. Waking is a wound.

Did I say your name? Here, I catch

                        and close again

warm as the abyss.

My skin is sandstone, my teeth

the law. These eyes

will never close. Breath is keeping still

while the deep flows through my lips.

Did I ever ask? My name

is yours. I eat the even and the odd.

My bones are sinews,

my teeth a world. These eyes

will never close. Blood is music.

I never forget. Did I say

a single word? Here, I dine

on silence. Did you see me lose

my shadow? I keep the answers

as I feed. A voice is a breath

turned scarlet. I inhale

by traveling. Where was I

before now? I remember you.