as we lead our storyless lives
memory is not hazy, but a house of wax
though love: from nowhere, here
a million stars, a cup of infinity
the flux of a universe breathing
(all i know is, in every song
every song sings about her)
we pin the heaven to the earth
from grounded feet out our eyes
out through the empyrean reaches
though love: everywhere, there
the story goes, it is the end of ending
Reflection
8:20pm thursday, 18th october
ETERNAL
Yesterday I saw a man,
he was a strange man, and
he was walking down the rest of
the world.
Reflection