I only know it when we touch, the heart becomes fissuredas if by a lightning strike, it only takes patient fingertips To generate this infinite current storming through channels no other can reach, the pursuit is never going to be singular, to ignite delicate blazes through your limbs, to possess you to the most raw core. You once burned for this, a starglow almost too radiant, too dangerous to hold on toa constellation t...
There is a yellow paper origami bird that sits on my dashboard. It smells like the sun. Citrus with overtures of vanilla. I'm growing terse, this shows itself in light. Not how it pools and dimples, but how it shreds. And the "thisness" shows thin in all I have'nt read, all I still do not know, and all that I am or can ever hope to be. Equal parts of sun and shadow, eleven books combined...or infinity. Unlike calculus, th...
