wither away in small talk
leaving bigger marks on a sun-kissed
marbled
lifecycle
of my infant bearing
every whisper
counts for more
silence could be here
instead the hearing is second to none
who wishes to be low key again?
ready opened folders with random reprimands from the past
I’ve been told to keep them away
there’s trust in the air
grab it
no need to manoeuvre them into
dead end roads
why start
comparing
the incomparable
black mud leaks from underneath my toes
rustles into insectual pursuits
tender sniffling
seizes to excite my trailed ground
fugitive horizons
risen sensations
such disharmony
can make one
see more by the hour
it’s only about numbers
delusions squirt like seasonal referrals
big eats
sliding doors
getting to the bottom of carelessly loose words
swung into the undefined atmosphere
rich tea pitfalls into concealed concrete
this starchy substance of lucidness
bell ring
hollow alarm
buckled
set
