ink blot.
can’t erase that.
churning stomach.
vomit.
eyes like fire, listless and unfocused
scribble it down quick
the feeling won’t last
bracing against the edge of a desire
once the words are out you can’t take them back
furnace for a loss of hope
burning together
i wish.
i was wondering if.
i hoped.
maybe we.
circles and circles widening into a sound loud enough to deafen the words i’ve been getting out
no guarantee
no easy way back
another fucking road up the mountain
here we go again
recoil and feel the concussive impact of meaning something
universal law
exposure invites damage and expansion
natural disaster
perhaps the most natural
love
always finding ways to fuck up our shit
there’s something here i’m just too tired to pick up the shovel right now
call in the team of adventure hungry advocates for getting the shit kicked out of you
team going the distance or whatever
a loose group of people trying to figure out how to engage these varied states
sure, it’s something
it’s not nothing
nothing lasts forever
this too shall pass
getting around these seismic shifts is the trick
the most natural of disasters
good luck.
structures of home 