Lace of sparks curls

Crown-like

I am inside contained briefly

Or beyond 

Another shape entirely

Between skull bones and tongue

A little broken

A little queer

The unreliable narrator of reality

Of soft impressions fluid

Finding all the cracks

But I am something else

 star lit darkness deep

No depths no bones at all

The imperfect channels will erode

Sputter into dissolution 

Leaving me bare and bright

// Eoten