as the squares charred, lying to my eyes that their matter was disintegrating, salted droplets eroded streams of regret that deepened my dusk and dulled my blaze.
but itβs somewhat amusing isnβt it, that my own fleshy urn holds no shape as symmetrically sound as the squares that charred and lied.
call out my name; let my ashes be the penultimate vibrations that echo as the squares squares squares grasped the twigs and tufts of amphibological debris, beckoning my eyes to glow ablaze.
while the wisps of smoke escape the dancing radiance that crackled and cackled as the memories i was too burnt out to memorize, decomposed knowingly, deceiving my orbs that will indeed always forget the silently sleeping squares.