Struck

Your ocean eyes tame centuries of violent sunsets speaking through my soul-lit spaces of affluent arson wrecking branching lifting injustice stick limb uproot it wreak burn cracks of traumatic ceiling smiles fake smolder ceiling cackling tracked vein break verdant flashed hillside road over which minds fly paper drives down ink slides above each glowing mire mulled nature with human rhyme and set time tricked tolls of age events strike conflicted clockworks with lost sound last long silent hidden love.