A Tale By Macrocosm

You live among the stars I breathe among the scars You call me war with my existence alongside your sorrow I call you a tailor, whose breath embroidered my dreams stitched my skin, whose welts were cobbled with haze bestowed with salvation eluding the luster of sun. I wish we were inherently entwined in a chorus, thrashed into fragments But the blank is wide - The moment I glow on clods, You burn on heaven Liquid quashed your flames like urine or your tears Noises keep your wild tamed like hysterics or your fears As seraphs sculpted the dark, One day your urns may grow my flowers backyard.