Pressure
This silence It vibrates Bone deep.   Like a pelvic thrust into the soul On the one hand there's a beating heart
Expiration
What sound does your tongue make as you lap at the fountain of youth? Pursed and patient you wait for
Nebula
And he is missed less and less by the passing of each moment Like the butterfly harping across wind strings
Temporary Frost
Defrosting from the winter's breath A gloss upon on piney meadow Foliage confused for growth A leaf alive, a petal
Galaxy
It's so strange.  The transverse between happiness and misery. Having attained the height of one and not quite the other.
Stained
I saw someone else yesterday.  Like a cicada who has waited over a decade to feel the earth against his
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