Where the watercolor everything waits for my return. Time bites into our telomeres gnawing holes into my wings.īlack box approximations of some natural world, Your teeth are sharp leviathan… but so are mine. I miss the levity of the sky always falling. It splinters from me in numbing shards and watches my every move. They were staging invasions all the while remaining hidden.Īt a routine check point in the cell cycle, they failed the first level. Well, did I mention the atmosphere is sickly there, and non-existent here?įrom the not too distant lymphatic system, The Horror Vacui colors in my brains and my skin. What are the means, and where are the ends? I keep counting one two three four, one two three, one two, one. Stare from the hull whose eyes are ports sunken in like counting craters.Īged theories for bad behaviors – and to which are you prescribed?īlackest bile expeditionist turned to conquest. They would flutter to the ground and slumber like death. They could breathe in miasma and never get sick. “They were this tall, they had gotten rid of skin. “When we can choose, how will it be defined? In organic shapes or symmetrical lines?” “What are you, but me? An extension of my phylogeny. The canopy creeks as the ancient place settles and sighs,ĭendrochonologically wise: concentric circles constructing parables of lost time. What does it say? I’ve never seen anything like this before. Scrawled in granite, led misfortune astray. Through the dark roof that swayed, a clearing for light that bore –Īnomalous, tickled him and the conidiophore. He has never been this loud, what would you recommend to quiet him down? Teeth and tongue thrashing wildly about, oh my god. I could’ve sworn that he was smiling, craters and voids, palpitations so noisy you could hear, You’d almost think he wasn’t breathing, in a shallow wake, collapsing softly.īut who am I to integrate the problems of the waking world? The surf lapped at feet sore from the tumble and the crush. You’d think that he was kissing the Earth, buried face and limbs haphazard.
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