Sad Labels:
acceptance
,
distance
,
manic
the fold reverses. angles pierce the shadows. cutting their path through the darkness.
wearing choice in seldom dimensions. the hours accumulate like bent ladders. the years all broken matchsticks.
the winter lingers. longer than expected. skin tells its stories. in stabs and sobs. weapons come and go. predators persist. in the sour of dawn. as it steals the warmth from our beds.
it's an ugly journey. from where we are to where we're going. it's the fickle loyalty of flesh. that confounds our melancholy.
the world yawns. bored with our chaos. disgusted with our arrogance.
everything equivocates. idling madly in the wind. everything is stagnant. except the divisions.