I saw you scream and fall,
wrapped in shells and gull's tracks,
painted in foam.

Beauty is forgiven it's song,
rotund,corpulant facts,
the only hell.

Patched moisture crawls,
reminds,advises,pushes,
pleasures complete.

Undone beneath robes of color,
moonlight's intent conceived,
such is human.

Visions stretch on the sand,
reality receding,advancing,
a rock in my shoe.

Peeling like a fruit,
layers fall,moldy and stinking,
at my feet.

Of fallen virtue cried,
spied and convicted.
expected.

Abandoned skins,
scaly,obscene and forgotten,
windowpane wings.

Courting the sky,
all the same in bright packages,
always gone.

Curving,turning,chasing,
curiosity is no more,
only passion.

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