Towards the hill
Where the sun rises
Ends curl up

Eager petals unfurl
Awaiting the daily process
Fragments

Have fallen upon this vessel
Letters have become shy
Tucking themselves

Between these thin blue lines
Color leeches out
Imagery that was once used

Finds another place to be
Peeling itself
Off of this screen

Calico sits against this bone carved seat
Two black ears a brown patch next to the left

And

A pink nose
Obsidian stitched whiskers held high

A pink fox hides under this crypt
An adorable trade in
Heart skips

Content with this deal
End pieces smile in glee
It's not so bad having two plushies

Weathered round top
And a steady beat
Sometimes that's all you need

A metronome ticks
Reminding me of band
The curve of my French horn

This wasn't supposed to last
Finger printed love poems
Skip the fire stage

Straight to ash
It could've been fixed you weren't wrong
I know that I didn't draw these lines on this map the right way

Crooked and scrambled
I'm not going to say sorry though
Sometimes things aren't supposed to make it

And that's ok
Because it's just the experiences
That have peeked out from behind a rock
Sap covered lessons
That stick to us when we walk away

I'm fine
Happier even

Raven feathers descend
Upon this still pitched mirror
Ridiculously puffy clouds

Reflect back to this cornea
Everything is alright

And I will gladly indulge
In this tranquil water
For however long

It chooses to stay