a breeze scatters the ashes from my cigarette all over my legs and onto the ground now they make tiny mountains of rubble along with burning villages where it's lights out before their inhabitants could even think of worshipping the sun
parting lovers never have much to say but i think i'll write their names somewhere and forge my signature on a love letter meant for an ocean that is inexhaustibly rocking while cursing the moon for always pushing it away when it's just trying to fill her craters
the spoils of history go towards making impermanent things permanent on things impermanent like the arms of those unknown and like my backpack swallowing pens maybe it wouldn't happen if we stopped romanticizing the ink
my body falls in pieces from the heavens while you're on earth mingling with the best of them and it's not until halfway through a cosmopolitan that you realize you forgot to catch me and now the ants on the ground are getting stuck on a love that could have been
have you ever noticed the shape of hearts gives them a symmetry that makes them capable of being folded and neatly tucked away out of all the people you've met in your life how many of them would you reach in your pocket and unfold one for
if there's a reason i've melted it's because my cigarette tastes an awful lot like you
I. The Beginning In September she gave you a name That came with weights and burdens To break into. Straightforwardly, you marched them. As if it were the only thing to do.
II. The Middle Four miles beyond the confines, You left in the morning to gather the water. I was told somewhere along the way you Fell in love with the aftermath of a line, And began a new life in its crooked symmetry.
III. The End I don’t know if she hoped for a life of grace, or love, mercy, or passion. Regardless, it is all ok somehow. There is something to knowing that, when it is over, we may go forward And start afresh in the broken ranks.
The Beauty Beyond words Lies within structure An architect's hidden fabric Within these pages Within this Very Verse There are Symmetries Supporting these lines A design come to fruition Let me admire you Structure who's Beyond Me