My Pyramid of Books

Exit mask #3 by Foul Apparatus
Bury me inside my pyramid of books,the books I own, the ones I touched,the ones I forgot, and the ones I wanted but never got to open. Cover my tomb with my skin and tattoo on it the poems I wrote,and the ones I never got to write.Anoint my fortress with my blood. When it rains, inky water will drip on my bleached bones,and it will make me remember all my celluloid dreams,both black and white and colored.The old pages of my tomb will flutter in the dusty wind, and letters will blow haphazardly and whisper new stories,new languages, new questions.Thus, the wind and the rain will form an umbilical cord,a coiled adder,between my grave and my restless silence.