Quantum Metamorphic

in my jar, crooked cold pressing gray, these bones I fold while the rain beats dead, a wandering sun trapped in glass, I hear no one a passing eye, on occasion may break the dark, then drift away some raise my glass, inspect my frame insect inside, open disdain a violent shake, the jar disorder lines in black, define our border appendage flick, exo-twitch mortuary, bodies switch human light, dissolve inside primordial, formaldehyde peering out, mosaic eye a hundred faces, pass me by strangely calm, I float in fire wings alight, in razor wire breathless crowd, violent entwine close around, my morbid shrine: ‘see his face! so full of death!’ ‘my god! the rage! in every breath!’ upon a flame, of crimson doom they cast my jar and break the gloom translucent crack, bathe in hate around my skull, encapsulate fade to gray, fury flow perpetuate the vertigo silence snap, the raucous din pulls me from, without, within through incandescent vaults of sky I find a place within the eye where time is split in earth and water twisting light amid the slaughter sweep me high into the glade quantum opus cavalcade ochre lion, desert bliss bring me metamorphosis