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unfair air

and i said to the world will it ever stop and it said it did it did but the love before never does because against terror we can only move terrifyingly forward so that when there are whispers again lonely and afraid and attempting to unsee the dark heaviness that hurts always one can share … Continue reading

closed i

i have seen the unexpected surprise itself into calm consistency forgetting that all still water once wore waves and even the smallest puddle is pulled by the moon i have seen thundering clouds make a lot of sense trying to burn the rain i have seen people who say that they could’ve made that modern … Continue reading

leave already

stay around just a little bit where not enough and forever make love like teenagers who don’t last who will remember for the rest of their lives that time in the closet with you in their mouth like a meal that will never be satisfied but that bleeds to parts not yet recognized until there … Continue reading

lead the follower

the following is motivational fodder so as to motivate itself into something more. let it lead feeds. * we were never meant to be common to blur into the unseeing comet that circles when it could crash into a world that has forgotten that it was made from our force and our knowing that there … Continue reading

objectivity

i understand you must reinterpret this world into yours to bridge the distance between the planets or just our arms which could be hugging but instead are supine as though from the first and last instance of solely human flight and stiffly cowardly trying to close the space between the single meaning and all of … Continue reading

seyes

most of politics are rich people telling poor people that other poor people are stopping yet other poor people from being rich people who might pour the same into people once they have reached politics * say it say it tell my legacy to the sun who knows it alone and night who understands it … Continue reading

dab bad

the following is ruinous and rattles stars to look away and perhaps that dread is exactly the point of continuing. * the man dressed and with a cane found me in a forest and told me i needed to make something of myself for i was wasting potential there naked and homeless and i said … Continue reading

the tiny bang

antiparticles scratching at my door trying to get inside to tell me that they exist if i ever wanted to give them a chance instead of working with half my life already over and wedged into the small corner of masturbation and home where i felt like i needed not to look for home anymore … Continue reading

epitaph

promise taints optimism because some words were willed before my throat before my stomach knew how to digest a pregnant b aching in ascension a long l which could be an i or an one or just a line that draws me closer to you if it were a bridge though it is probably a … Continue reading

from from

to the brother i will never be to the cousin i never was to the janitor that i might’ve been if my brother wasn’t so close with his cousins there are stories i need to tell you like there is still a thing in nothing or so my father clicked after a ninth playing inside … Continue reading