staring down stars
seeking signs inside the fire
I can't tell the color of my own eyes
anymore
just the bright whites
staring back into mine
flitting above the smile
that I struggle to give
where, who, what, when
why.
the Q’s transfuse into
plasmatic stew on spun plate
overfloweth
af.
seriously, the W’s
bend me over without even
a hello
Sep 4, 2020
Sep 4, 2020 at 4:03 PM UTC
staring down stars
seeking signs inside the fire
I can't tell the color of my own eyes
anymore
just the bright whites
staring back into mine
flitting above the smile
that I struggle to give
where, who, what, when
why.
the Q’s transfuse into
plasmatic stew on spun plate
overfloweth
af.
seriously, the W’s
bend me over without even
a hello
