We live,
in a state,
of mind,
of panic
A liquid state
That spills across time.
Some will soak;
Some will stain.
Some will stare wide eyed into a future;
some at the white lines behind.
They will watch,
as they join,
slipping silently
into time.
The past?
Will it be yours?
Marked, triumphantly by a star?
Dec 23, 2025
Dec 23, 2025 at 2:19 PM UTC
We live,
in a state,
of mind,
of panic
A liquid state
That spills across time.
Some will soak;
Some will stain.
Some will stare wide eyed into a future;
some at the white lines behind.
They will watch,
as they join,
slipping silently
into time.
The past?
Will it be yours?
Marked, triumphantly by a star?
