Ivies gather like braids Grasping the unfolding land As crimson air caresses The nearly broken storm Standing on weak shafts Outstretched carpets Denuded cielings Tense walls Lint throughout the lungs Scraping the last moments On a falling ladder As new seeds find their holes In a beating ground Dressing the veins with a new red Vibrant as the bleeding mind And what is old begins leaking down Through the slits between the eyes Runs across the skin Until it dries out Slowly disappearing Dim lights won't reveal The path to a lost home Enveloped and blind Separating skies