The Brass Insects

The soft hum
Of the brass insects above us,
Drowning out the sound
Of my uncertainty indefinitely
Clicking, flickering
They twitch like burning yellow flowers
And, like my heart
It is of no difficulty to make them glow.

The brass pipes
Of the Earth twists up like spires around us,
Jutting into the soft belly,
The flesh of the sky,
Dark trails of smoke cutting and slicing into her
Like black nails clawing.

The world, my world
Torn to shreds, it falls
Slowly drifting down in lace-like curls
Writhing gently and defying fears
Whispering faint lullabies in my ears.

As I dream on,
It becomes more and more difficult
To separate reality, wants and desires
Until they are so bled together
They are one color.