Smoke and books
Miles from home
The lowly plants among great men
A church watches me, where I rise and set
Can you call me back?
Fear of knowledge, fear of the bottom
Salvage friends over love
My packed lunch
Change at the wrong time
Soaked shoes
Waking in shock
And so I ****** these creeping books

A future;
The future
From you, to you

You have difficult eyes,

and you constantly inspect everyone's smile.