red blisters for a bed to roll around in uncontrollably, twitching pulses, breath in, breath out, let it all out, let it all in, forgive the crimes of a haunted sky and a banished ground, all around, beacons burn, what a holy sin.

blue clusters for an arm band floating inconsolably, snitching the impulses to breathe it in, breathe it out, let the water in, sieve the rhymes of a bloated eye and a famished lung, unsung, beacons simmer, what an empty din.

yellow flusters for a skull chatting hysterically, bitching the pulses, breath in, breathe out, something crawling in, volunteer the I and the tarnished name, framed, beacons learn souls are not to bin.