Art bends confines of physicality Thought transmission transcends bounds of space ‚We are infinite’ the trees whisper My spine bends under gods breath I twist and turn, transform and surge up the spiral, the eye burns crosses in my neck We are forever because now is forever The voretex derives through blood borne departion of body, disorted under the red motherly light the triangle twists my tongue, i levitate, my elbows squashed against the hard white walls of winter seclusion, devoured by the knife that will save me I lick the blade with devotion, verses spurt from fingertips dripping readily like blood, sticky, confused, collapsing