Oceans empty, in a billion years as the sun swells and boils every drop into the clouds the seas will drain in
My inner ear sways till I’m upside down, tumbling to the ceiling; late at night, when our thoughts congeal and trap us, twisted.
Summits wilt, sheared by air like warm breath flows over ice each grain will dance in splendid chaos, building islands from aborted earth
A million threads kink to their root and swirl from my scalp. They feed from memory, stack themselves in towers, and push out ,spinning.
Life stops, long from here but still too soon, the dying gasp of bloated stars expels our skin and rains in hell from everywhere above
They have edges, these people, they have nails and barbs and splinters and little jagged parts that hide in the face of smooth surface. I’ve been cut so much, so bruised, beaten, humiliated.
Slow crush, glaciers roll out troughs and creatures swim through desert rocks, recede and leave a tangled swamp.
There is a time when these jagged edges dull. and we’ve all died to see it.
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