There are a good many things that don’t last
forever, and there are a good many things
I don’t want to keep,
and how red is the anguish of looking outside,
how black is each motion in “running away”,
how light and gray and imagined is the theory
I made one night, in somniac lies,
that states that everything happens, and therefore
everything is real.
If there’s a universe with a copy of me wandering it and calling an unfamiliar name and looking up to a sky only faintly blue and lacking its response, I don’t want…
She was a careful study. Learning the currents, the resting spots of the sea. Where to hunt the lustrous pearl, hiding under wave and wind. Safely asleep within its barnacled bed. She…
“We’re trouble, all right,” says the Chaos-Man as he chips at the door with implements “And I guess that makes us help,” his Lawful equivalent puts in while watching and doing nothing.
Sunflowers singed their holy heads, focused solely on celestial sun, forgetting their need to drink, to wash clean their faces dusty dirt, cool their burning heat, and draw deeply into parched roots.…