once, i was a story eat the rind of my hero cycle. i want to be saved at the end of journey. the man who wrote this lived inside a cave inside a cave & believed he was conjuring odyessy. wrote monsters down my throat & a mother with a stomach full of pendulums. i emerge patchwork word. landscapes turn into men. outside of mouth, i am nothing but a jellyfish's fears. footfalls on a dark moon. trust me when i say i have tried to make it to flyleaf. to a grape leaf conclusion. but the sun keeps falling in the glass of milk. guadrians find more thresholds for me to be birthed by. women in lakes are always mine.