25.1.10

seasonal //



depression
slipped

under the influence

tilt your head

back
to the age
when it was all about getting

lost

in the electricity
of human shapes

start counting down

stars
while looking up

and down below
the flowers
said

high

wilting cycle

for
the ones
i see now
turned to liquid

landing

s p a c e

ships in the puddles
of the holes
forming

in
my brain

ignore
the conversations
of my shadows
about never looking back.