a list of living
through each day's throbbing light death sorrows
morning comes
i hate it.
sheets of sharp blue light & promise
the way the moment feels
collapsed
outside the dayDrone darks the lightLie
to make
a folding
plane.
upon it / MotionCracks
of the worst kind
given the state of things
we must figure:
( empty space )
the laughter of our friends is resonating
broken wind
round applause
kabuki theater
