I once went by more names than the
Devil before you spoke it
& now I wouldn’t have anyone else
say
murmur
mouth
growl
or
be[moan] it
I’d decorate everything in birds
just to hear you sing
[Once]
I gave up the ghost of trying
to stay tied
to this cemetery of dreams
fickle youth’s hubris
[fucking nightmares]
if only to stay bound
to your wrists
through dimensions
time was never a linear thing
it’s a shape you don’t prepare for
because no matter where it’s painted
it points
to
>you
–LM
The Lexicon 