Blooded early,     alone,     but it's a cinch:     just peeling skin on spattered rock to a pooling cry     gleaning god & grief with sharpened ease     fated late to survive (then thrive) with nowhere to hide...     a tear-filled alkahest  taking liminal shade 'neath a cool palisade     always teaching death with a bug-eyed splat or chipping a cough from...

  Always If my heart were to suddenly become the sum of stone I would want your names chiseled over the surface to forever have a place In the forever element of this poetic face Drifting the rifts of time and space Wherever it is we go when we go I would take you with me always in all ways ***Cipher Poems ***