unfirstly

from a simple foundation unfurled a universe

Imagine ATTACK

a context of wet sands

the broken and the menders

the fates have spoken / so that’s all

you try not looking despite your curiosity

try to otherwise

What hierarchy / suggests / your impending / fruitions?

because all people everywhere / know that knowing causes / the greatest sorrow

to me you are / dark sky moon / you are too bright to fully consume / oh you pull at me / through & thru

It’s just a matter / of how many layers / of “me” you release

what good / is the awe / of stars / if we see / only that / we are / worlds apart?

Sick / Sick / Sick / Sick / Sick

who cares / what thinking / matters when making / matters most?

and / looking / to the sky / w/ / a b / -reath / of supremely / real / air

As darkness / inclines itself toward / the stars / There will be a / breath of air / That will become / the exhale of our united sigh