Violet Bent Backwards Over the Grass — Chapter no 4

The Land of 1000 fires

Two blue steel trains run through the tunnels of your

cool blue steel eyes

Vernon Rock quarry The vastness of which has nothing on my beautiful mind

Dylan i hear Dylan when i look at you i can see it on my arm in invisible ink like a tattoo

The yin to my yang

the toughness to my unending softness

A striking example of masculinity firm in your verticality sure in your confrontation against all elements

and duality The sun to my wilting daisy The earth to the wildflower that doesn’t care where it grows

Vernon

everything’s burnt here

there’s no escaping it

the air is fried and on fire

I’ve never really fallen in love

but whatever this feeling is

i wish everyone could experience it

this place feels like a person

familiar like someone i’ve stood next to before but never while i was standing next to you

Thank you

for being here for bearing witness to my vastness

Through the years I’ve called you in and out of my orbit

You, in your madness the satellite that’s constellating my World mimicking the inner chaos that i’ve disowned

a mirror to my past life retribution a reflection of my sadness If i’m going to keep on living the way that i’m living

i can’t do it without you.

My feet aren’t on the ground

i need your body to stand on

your name to define me

on top of being a woman

i am scared

and

ethereal and

there are seven worlds in my eyes

i’m accessing all of them at once

one to draw my words from and my muses another one i try and harness late at night that lies somewhere off of the right of Jupiter and then of course there’s this one i live in

the land of 1,000 fires that’s where you come in

You

Vernon

Dylan

Two blue steel trains

running through the tunnels of your cool blue steel eyes

to guide me far from the world of my early days

that i can’t quite make out clearly

that beckon me toward high sea cliffs on long car rides

toward a future place a world unknown to me made up of something surreal and dripping Flowers in solar systems Oversized

You Vernon Dylan

no words needed to sponge up the dark nights no explanation for the globes in my eyes shoulder to shoulder in the factory light

letting me be who i would have been if everything had turned out alright

3 alternative endings

course through my blood on ice

i thrive because i say i do and because it’s what i write

But honestly if you weren’t here i don’t know what things would look like

That’s why no matter what world i’m in

i navigate by satellite

Vernon

Dylan and you in your madness

two trains running through your cool blue eyes