my martyr is laying menstrual marks on his arm. he is laying his Divine rights into his biblical insight seeing with his third eye insight makes you blind, Divine but only as his followers masked him so. so i tell him lay your savagery on my shoulder i would stand a savior but i too needed to be saved because no man of any hue could hide their own shame. emotionless motions motivate our chess game, pawns be our own craniums ripe for the taking. pawns believe what they will but as i could see i could breath in their plastic shells which travels through lighting up my inner-self it tickles against my nose hairs as did the time i passed my ex, remembering such hopes i once had. ideas like this are what makes your life divine. the plastic swirls around my brain just in time to accompanied my thoughts of inner contentment. i am content with these ideas for if i had no ideas i would be disappointed but if i were to be disappointed wouldn't i have ideas? conflicting yes, i know. this has all been said before each time i think i accept it a little more. i am content with that, i am content with the sand pored down my face. i am content with the castles forming at my feet. how else would i have met you? if not in this state of mind? you question this state of mind. you argue sanity. sanity? what is sanity but the mere with holding of profanity. the truth is i have lived through many persons in one body. i have even been you. Ive been your mother, Ive been your father. although these masks were made of glass i still flung them across the rooms as they stood like saviors with pillows held up to the sky always cautious of falling objects. i am the maker of umbrellas although i use them to slow my fall. I'm falling towards the sun glowing hysterics at the moon i would starve myself of this plastic but look what its done to me. i have become vulnerable but i love it. i have never known a love like this. this is the only time I've loved something that hour me like this my lungs art filled with a pacified risk my mother and father never bore children. i was born in the core of the earth holding my unborn stepdaughter her name was eternity. such a surreal experience should never be touched by human hands but yet handled by human potential I've seen many eyes but nebula's always shown brighter. I've seen many nebula's but your eyes always seemed to shine brighter. but it seemed both always shone from a distance.