mortality cartographer (beeooll) wrote,
mortality cartographer


where you going with your palm wrapped around the sky
"I'm looking forward to tomorrow and up until i die"

cupped in the hands of satisfaction
the dreams come hurling themselves at me unmet or unspoken for
dogs whimper and the birds groan
to be misunderstood by the man

won't you come sing with me
you blue and orange rabbit
can't you come out and play with me
you penguinesque finch

cups of tea and broken glass on the floor

plastic soup spoons and the wretched smell of an urchin
gliding across the hole filled rock
locking fist to cuffs with the sea horse
and falling down unto the gravel

this marks it's day
this... the moment is its occasion to rise
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