You mock our worry and precautions,
saying life shouldn't be filled with dread...
I’m tired in my bones,
I’m tired in my mind...
Hey,
I’m tire...
I've slumbered in New York,
nestled within a hammock...
I wish I could tell you why and how it hurts,
this concept of sin you believe in...
I think somewhere in all this
subcutaneous earth...
She speaks to me in vibrancies
I've never known...
The Poet From Beyond
She quotes Nietzsche as he were her brother...
i breathe her in,
sage, wildfire & smoke...
the end of the world is,
the end of a price of fame...
I greeted the dawn boldly,
hoping to encounter a speck...
I don't want to be perceived
Cause I'd rather not be here...