I always try to believe in what you say
The pray turn to prey
An the offset emotions stemming from a day
It’s like hemming,
the bordering of a memory,
a line waiting on empty
It’s now like salvaged wings
the wane into imaging
a perfect tale
a whole serpent tail shed happily
we try to find the grooves
the sunset reflecting from dirty spoons
the fumes we sucked in
wishing swoon cosmic flirt
the same backwards conscience
murk it all
what happened first