I shake like silver, falling far from the space of sky
I blossom like morning, eyelashes frozen in silk
shriek like a painting, calling syllables and sickness
I tremble like Saturn, situated in cashmere storytelling
I surrender like music, grieving in gold savannah times
I control like death, squatting on the pavement uninterrupted
I slip like seafoam, diving into the waiting Jezebel sand
I relax like ice, killing secrets with hidden plastic prostitutes
I fade like glory, keeping time within my grasp
I scratch like a dragon, secreting courtesty like a bandit
I cry like tomorrow, waiting for release in the sun
I freeze like October, blazing statues in my path
I bleed like an anthem, risking it all for memory
I blink like ashes, locking rusted tin keys in prayer
I fall like fine china, promising love to an empty room
I shatter like willow, staking my claim on the rising moon
I blend like an inkwell, hoping I can bend time like steel
I focus like an hourglass, stumbling with my hands in chains
I falter like cedar, blinding everyone to the truth
I mourn like a silhouette, forgetting cold northern conceit
I sparkle like folly, placing bets on my position in life
I ache like a siren, brightening the solar melody
I costume like glass, tightening the copper screw I support like a fountain, tagging bitterness with raven plume,
I ransom like Egypt, calculating time’s value to the letter
I scorch like rain, calling sweet serenity for the pawn it is
I struggle like orchids, valuing a glimpse of clear, fine bones
I phase like electricity, catching my breath in a bottle
I poison like taffeta, soaring above the endless fireworks
I slink like gunpowder, kissing the amber-laced needle
I stare like rubies, solving nimble rage supplanted
I survive like a candle, antipicating far-off reward for unrelenting faith
I skin like an empire, vampiring everyone into shades of beauty
I trail like champagne, using unacceptable colors in my daily work
I fawn like forgiveness, spiraling into random brain music
I kneel like a meteor, cradling civilization in the palm of my hand
I starve like a symphony, chasing radical theories divine
I burn like Saran wrap, racing to claim my prize of stability
I scatter like Thursday, returning borrowed time slightly dented
I crack like the past, consuming Orion’s Belt
I float like crysanthemums, jarring reality with a breath
I scar like oil-factories, staging victory with ivory steps
I bottle like curses, stretching the ceiling to the brink
I hunt like lizard wings, checkerboarding seashells into the sky
I advise like the ocean, missing infinity by a toenail
I startle like thunder, craving silence like water
I coil like fury, spinning the lavender wasteland
I sail like a garden, releasing custody of my own intellect
I frighten like chopsticks, cobwebbing technology
I collapse like vinyl, frosting my own silhouette
I flinch like a geisha, forgetting I have all the time in the world