Sunday 12/16/2018 12:42:00 AM

time trembled. a stray on our doorstep.the math was arrogant. gravity was restless.

the whole thing is just dots. we're meant to connect. a simple jigsaw of skin. disjointed pictures. hollow eyes. blunted crayons.

the colors long gone. the clock still counting.

the miles accumulate. a powerless wealth we spend on wooden limbs. we run. charming the horizon with threats of victory. plastic soldiers with paper bullets. fighting in a war no one can win.

the slap of the sun. the choke of the wind. as gravity bites down hard.

we're just bones. hungry for flesh. a severity of circumstance. as the hours polish their weapons.

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