there is nothing that lasts forever for as long as i can remember; i never fail to immortalise you like a Greek myth in a statue -
and you don't deserve it. a ball of outer space gases and petals are not dance partners, but if poppies grew on Jupiter perhaps i'd bide better.
or for as long as i know it i'd be an aimless planet waiting to be more than monochrome and there's no one else there other than the ball of fire i circle in trepidation,
there is no jubilation in conjunction waiting for your flowers.
written 29 may 2019; 11.54pm billie eilish - goodbye