the world is a falling bomb
a shooting star w/ no place
left to go but comatose
destinations, reinvention of something new
something smiling
something worth the cost of
an eyesight so beautiful
a sunset so memorable
a peace
& ash will always caress
the world is a ticking clock
a broken dinner plate too close to the edge
& a memory of days spent running in wet grass
glass fills our lungs & we breathe in shards of
sunlight desperation
this highway is magnetic w/ joy & I'm happy
to go w/ these amicable tides
this is freedom
in hearts this is freedom in
buildings thrown on foundations of
this is freedom to speak
to raid your mind
to ride your ready-made thoughts
to blow the sky away
one day
at a time
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