They all rot and fade
these shoots of expectation...
Hell is sediment
Whatever resist burning...
These rivers of cries are endless
because oceans are connected...
Tell me:
what is mightier...
Enlighten me, darling please,
for my heart could not rest...
Apple
is gravity...
I don't know when I started to
hunch over, but now it's all I do...
Wish you could be a plot point I
dreamed up - created for the...
How do you sleep?
With bountiful dreams...
You ask how I feel?
Exposed - a newborn...
Sometimes you can’t avoid
Contracting this good disease...
Farther onward, always skyward;
high above, hurtling ever hard...