I'm free cities glow and blur beneath my feet; if I was your telescope, you'd watch until the night took away your stars. If you were free, the trees would be still but tethered we are to the push and the pull water in my lungs (wash me clean) fill me with salt, I will erode into the sand
nothing goes before anything. Tie my wrists to my ankles (untie my shoelaces) the waves know something (I don't) the planets may be waiting us out we are tethered like birds; no freer nor more trapped than the sand pulling away, drifting back and back; and pulling back toward (away from?) something somewhere, someone is standing
somewhere between thought and being; I am a million flowers that bloom & die all at once; the earth explodes, harvests, repeats It is not a mistake. It is not calculated. "Definition. - undefined" Darkness is not the mere absence of light, but an entity in&of itself.