the garden sunset

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