mortality cartographer (beeooll) wrote,
mortality cartographer

a cup of tea
a quart of tea
a gallon of tea
to wash resident resonant angst
another fire flaming higher
the spark from friction
of turbulent aspiration
when every action is of creation
something must keep me warm

smoldering isn't my style

do you hear me screaming
i forgot that i chased you away
do you hear me crying
my pillow mutes the noise

the ideal through eyes of a child
unversed in responsibility
the costs of feeling connected
or otherwise associated
with nothing
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