dusk on the arm

sky empty of everything
but 3 orange clouds
as the sun is chased by
shadows

and shadows are chased
by the ache in my
outside inside
inside out

beauty hurts so
imprecisely
that I wouldn't
call it
pain.

I'd call it
the manifest destiny
of impermanence.

we inherit nothing.

one day I will die

and I will be forgotten.

and I will be okay

I will be wrapped
inside the

manifest destiny
of
impermanence.

I will be oh
I will be 'oh'

'oh my god
it's beautiful'

this manifest destiny
of impermanence

this manifest crosswalk
of the gods

eternally nodding hello
and waving
goodbye

*god by