Sad Labels:
alone
,
philosophy
,
uncertainty
salamander tongues. nudge the words toward submission. the hours cope with stick and drum. beating the years out of fraying skins.
infinity arrives in a dazzle of lips and a thunder of when. the arrows trace her grin. with blunt precision. dogs chewing on the bones in perpetuity's fragile fist. inside it. seams. needles. missing threads.
the fortunate admonitions of thieves and orphans.
the circle that taunts a beginning never to be found. the snow that falls. gone before it touches the ground. it's just the weather. nothing we can change.