Illuminate my eyes with impossible outcomes oh, my imaginary solidarity someday our angles will tangle and we will be rounded worn down to sawdust from the friction of rubbing elbows but not today no not today
I wanted to be the sky I wanted my molecules to terminate and permeate into mush I wanted many things that I could not have and looking down upon this sewer city with lights and rain puddles I realize how far from the ground I am how far from the ground I have come
sandy shores and seashell hands i'm struggling with the idea of rolling up my trousers tucking away the clean fabric or letting the dust collect onto the seams and hems into the creases around my eyes I do not want those things that I can not contain
and I see myself free-falling upwards into the ocean of seaweed and pearls if only I dared more if only I tried