Atop the Wings of a Magpie - Blindfolded and Led to the Woods, Karl Sanders

Like dangling keys in front of an infant

Chattering flaking bones

I’m building sandcastles from your ashes

In the twisted molten mess we created

Death machine

Hurtling through time and space

Consciousness

Atop the wings of a magpie

Searching for something shiny

Obliterate

Tangled between sheets of matter

Slicing razor sharp splinters

Rusted brown like an old barn

Rusted red like our own blood

As it escapes it binds us

Forever entwined in an accident

But after all

I’m glad it was with you