Syntax.

i hold the warmth closer

It seems a memory past

That though has done the distance

Yet remembers the kiln

That stoked its embers sweet

Its honey dripping lips

Bidding farewell

That keeps nostalgia still

Bleeding its red art

Sparkling like bits of sand

That now breathe of

Mortar and concrete

Dreams that spent life recalling

How the hungry waves

Had fed at every hour

Every minute, and so on

Because now you realize

That how an echo howls

And keeps the dialogue going

But with itself

For though crashing they are

And coursing as they scream

A faltering drop of blue

Like some grim punctuation

Hanging in space

Inhaling the vacuum;

Exhale.