A feeling exhausted, measured by skies, desert-bound,
heavy with war;
couldn’t live it, couldn’t die it, walls show no
remorse; like raising crops, like caging water, something might go wrong.
Wasn’t prepared for her, endless circles, to engrave
eloquence.
I wonder, if a thousand are paranoid, is there a
common thread?
No one is thinking that way. Learn secrets!
A mirror is obvious, yielding & esoteric—holding something
in reserve.
I didn’t
think of you, it was uncanny, with resonance churning inside; another with
clouds, a heaving type of heaviness.
Immortal days, given to orders, fretting mutuality.
Going against it, skyfall upheaval, treading invisible
wires.
To rethink
it is too late, to undo it is impossible, some might despise until a grave
opens.
