the template. pretending colors. where only outlines exist. the consistent demons. as she treads water. imagining the ocean to be small. fearing that it is.
a feast of the practical in a famine of madness.
the quiet songs that steal the sky. the loud ones that forget to listen. all mercury and chromium in the antipathy of loss.
no funerals. only travelling. possessed by that halting road.
corners. swollen with decision. stale maps stolen by contrition.
Ordinary devils burned by paradise.