Hits and runs
midnight suns.

Mining blinding 
winds of oblivion.

Displacements 
misplacements

gust
with fire and death.

Shouting mad.
Deadbeat bad.

Jolts tinkle
like wind 

winding around
enshrined in its din. 

To root out sword 
dangling down throat?

Heart at center
elopes in flyboat.

Breaking free 
from its brain pan

turning wound
in fray of hand.

Bed of gold 
so am told.

Like drinking 
in the sacred. 

Freshly unnameable 
bottle of blood

relics of woe.
Bristle defending

murderous lulls 
laughing gulls.

That flood the drain
with love and pain.