i started dismembering, not-remembering my dreams
when i started writing for runaway, chase-parfait, throw-away teens.
seems as if my whole life is the cycle
of giving and giving and never achieving,
or neverending begging and effortless forgiving.

The ridiculous and the sublime
The lostfound human race

At times an astronaut
At times a true disgrace

What will become of us
In 3000 years?

Newfound exoplanets
Ageold animal fears

Future forward, my dears.

The only heaven is libraries
Such a quiet space
Remembrances of horrors
Lostfound human race

I like universities
But trains are 10 times better
Maybe it was just her hair
Maybe that's why I cannot forget her

Something about that smile
But it doesn't really matter now
Lost and lonely lingers
To the Notecard Quartet I bow

Never became a monk
Never took that vow
Cemeteries. Monasteries.
Trappist 1 waterwow

              Meow.