a rotten and beautiful place
nothing without a blush but fatigue
the path of oil that unsews spirit
a bite on your tender mind
the tide was low, so i could look at the baby crabs in the pools of water. i wonder what other creatures live here.
my vision is blurred
i look at the birds over a
canyon on the marrows, the falls
i sit on the dirt in between silences
brandishly repeating
brandishly unknowing
washing through lapels
and there are no lines outside of myself
i can finally close my eyes by myself
without anything outside of me
mismatching socks!
a portal, i followed it to its center.
