Pressing forward
For no reason
But the smell of sulfur
Being too much
To take.

To retrieve
Is not the same
As to receive and
Is not the same as

To take
Day in n'
Day out.

Today I
Yesterday she
Tomorrow we
Two days and between Jupitar I will

Make certain.

Then,
There was the God's
Laughter who's spittle

At noon,
Were actually
The volcanoes eruption.

Man
This orange juice
I've never had it
Before like this.

Then,
I thought/We thought,
Watch who knows
The history
Of what we eat - where does
The foundation
Of routine originate?

What shape are we in?

And then,

Men and women fled
For no reason
Than their
Own
Revolution of autonomy.

At last,
They had a reason
To survive
For themselves.

I put the book down.
Imagine packing it in
Like that - true terror.
No, I was not simple,
I was down, so down,
Yet I hear the sound of
Someone, Something
Telling me I am here,
I'm here to stay.

Put pen to paper for
The

Martyr, with their nodding heads,
Hysteric,
Void of empath but,
Filled with Coca Cola.

I like it here,

It says.

I don't like it here yet
My name is your name
At the end

Of the day.

We all, in our way, are forced to agree.

Their body told them
To do what they did
Because that
Is what the body is supposed
To do - survive.

Have you held the flame to eye?
Sea song to ear?
Invalid barnacle cast in Childress savior?
Morning cloud star girl?

To flee the volcano
Is the heiress
Fleeing money.

To flee the dust of

To sense
The end
To foresee
The curling of one's toes
The death rattle in the lungs
The flutter of now fantastical memories
Soon to be spoken
On no tongue
Other than the one's you loved,

Is to be present,
Life in the presence
Of death.

When everything
Comes into focus
For the first and last time;

In the moments before
The after.

Those that make it
(Few do)
Clawed their way to the ocean.
Forearms, eyelids, nostrils were filled with ash
Yet realized

The next dawn.