Wednesday 3/04/2020 11:54:00 PM

the colors came and went. parables in blood and semen. we woke from our demons in a panic of flesh. everything too small to grab.

time accused. vanity defended. but the jury was distance. as the miles reveled in chasing us.

we're smaller than we know. all dying fires and broken stones. running from storms that keep getting closer.

the ratio changes. velocity and incline. burnt matchsticks at the end of the rainbow.

the hungry wind. the stumbling cold. it swallows us. puzzles pieces that don't fit.

tomorrow has its lies to tell.  but the truth isn't swayed.

the end is soft enough. but hard is all i know.

how close we were to heaven, we'll always wonder.

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