That slow apex stumble
never-ending pull of
Heart-string resonance
That chainsaws lust
From a bottomless bottom
And gets us asteroid twirling
Into black matter madness
As we drink rain, spit fire
And find excuses to continue
On this twisted carousel
Of mistaken madness.
Lets just hope it slows down
…Or speeds up
So I’m not as dizzy
Next time we meet.
at a remote fragile sea. I'd roar.
I'd make the skeleton of grief.
I'd roar like you, unreconciled sea.
–Robert Winner
