every blade turned soft


i walk on your knifes uncut

seas of mettl sharpen soften

ing;we bend under her breath 


a shuddering rips into my so

ules   a wave of life set in

to suddenly glinting motions


seventy fifty tiny extension

s ventin the worlds soul int

o the skies and air above us


do you lose your edges when 

i wander? do your sharps dis

appear back into the ground?


do your details disintegrate

back into distant abstractio

n blade flat dimension gone?