there is no longevity in insanity.

this is the soft voice of the evening

I could stand tall
I could lay low

This is the sound that swims inside me
that circle sound is what surrounds me
this is the land that grows around me
and these are the hands that come in handy
we know we know we had a choice
we chose rejoice



the crack of spring like an egg is too much anxiety
those two days or two hours or two tears
whatever the length
it whips a pain
in my pink neck
and my head snaps
one two
and it stings
the crack of winter breaks to spring
the two second crack
the dirt and soot and lust in the eyes
the light air
and sun
and foreshadowing
heat
ugh
it hurts
just happen
just happen
just happen
and leave me
alone.