Inside the shell of the shotgun
pellets of metal, universes
wanting dissolute time

riven by wannabee galaxies
still unsure ambitious atoms
chanting with their ionic chums

fields just a thrum crusting
crystal lattices maybe suns
now's solidification on the run

Wanting
Not being wanted

Nothing
lives in that switch

Waiting
to take you in

Now let's write
the way forward
for everyone

I'm guessing between filters
the harmonics here are

living and breathing fire
I am in proximity

of a body experiencing
what it wants

and a brain confusing
everything

and here's hoping you
have one of each

If I'm under the gaze
of the best amongst us
or us at our best

This breaks the crust
pauses the lust
I am hushed

I am involved in the
deconstruction

I am pulling lines
snags are breaking

do you now flop
on a warm beach

regret or enjoy
the warm sand

This time stuff
spilled all over

An' I wen' in t'
yesterday

an I watched
myself gettin' o'er

bein' me all day
in no pa'ticular way