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Pick Your Plan

Movements through depression


turbulence from condensations :

heavy hail

sleet & snow-

Shot down with thunder –

landing in

the one you want to be with.


Things that are hard besides your body

Things that are hard besides your body-

because I don’t feel pain I feel alive-

Help me relax

progress is slow.

Reach out to

touch me

then let



Love is lost on you


He loves me

but I love no one

and nothing.

My substance needs

formlessness over form –


a washed out murmur,

from anywhere but here.

I was always transparent,

but unpredictable.

And now, I want to be free.

Here’s to wriggling through

Here’s to wriggling through

around and allover

falling UV Rays,

a lightning loose

race to the reason

for time

and the substance

in things.

Lately a month feels like a week

but today sort of

feels like the last time,

I saw you.

There is a loss that stays with you until you die too.

I get it.

Cold is another type of hard.

Are you your best in bad conditions-

or hollow chested in dead white skies?

When the snow stops and winds begin-

how are all the ways you cry?

plants you don’t understand

It’s hard to see what’s going on in the silver vacuum vapor trails, in a half dream blackout, in gravity’s rainbow.

It’s hard to say; who are we? Come to me. Face the screen.

Where have you been all colored in?

Look at all the plants you don’t understand.