Like how the vertebrae shine

        sprays over the crowded picture,

        its edges carve a silhouette

        into the openness of the naked sky.

        Waves crashing

onto the drowning breath

of an unbroken ground,

 crowded

embryo of future

never reaches past its memory.

The day rots

into an image

propelled

into stasis.

Forever only-ness.

Forever         ness              

             only

      evers in the

      ever        ness of

                         only,

and statically projecting from the

              rot is a          

           memory

past

image,

           a          memory

beyond the

      ever        ness of

             only,

and

never empty

         ness past the breaking,

             only

broken          ness

          emptying the

                rot from its lungs,

                  projecting a

       breath that

                   drowns the

                             crowded      

         ness of the

                    picture,

and what remains is

 only

clarity,

               breathing time

        into the      

     future

        beyond the lonely

                         ness of

        never.

Forever flowing through the spine,

        and body spills from the

               ever

                 only

                         ness.