Our Co2

Hydrochloric acid fell on my hands and my eye The sharp moon and the terror of the dim sky It cuts me off with a spun of petals and a sigh The ink of the pen on my cheeks, then my paper Then words I didn't smoke in my bathroom sink A mosaic with feces and the atoms of the universe Turn your head to the left, then up, then right, are they right? Individuals lost in time then harden marrow The sunny hill caresses my ears with headless wings fly We already feel the difficulty of breathing, where is the co2 The mustard seeds in the fern gardens have crystallized I'm there for me and then here for you until you burn my skin It was inflamed under the collar and presented an ugly sight I am for you until I am as fine dust as pure snowflake