head in tact, i raise the back of my curved spine   and shape its form again   cause now the seams begin to twitch   and heighten their relentless loss to another      a growling blight takes in breath with older eyes   how did i get here?   i’ve seen growing up is growing wide      and we have to escape it somehow   if only i’d known on some other level that we’d stay   in stone casts of youth in our heyday   i’d thwart this clock and conquest by sending off      crawl to troughs of blue sand   sucked with lighters to the gas tank filling with oxygen   from faces pressed, edging divine   it mixes with flames but we won’t be alive