My mouth is an apt web
of cats fur and silver thorns
Salivating inside
empty well of
fortune belonging to the elfs and ants

I breath through my mouth
inside the web
Inwardness is a bliss
of tears

of wind

of lonesome whyz
of autumn sting

My mouth is an apt web
of cats claws and golden shrubs
salivating inside
Darkness well of
joy and snow in the
stars made of rain

I kneet inside of my mouth
I strech my wool
from the upper lip
stiching the jaw
gently
where redness is a moon
so close to the
skies.

My mouth is a vase
of ants's tenticles
and wine

Drying itself like ocean dirt
in solitude dreams

I stich my web
from side to side
until my teeth
blead lead.