to step out of the world
fella ya fell for a spell
things that can't be shared
whispered to the frozen stars & snowflakes seen from an abandoned truck stop
words etched in ice, written in snow
secret ways of old travelers
the young couples in front of the art
is there any point in the telling
in documenting
for me or future me or posterity
i want you to know but you don't follow
workin for the big Z
big letters in front of my name
self-love bullshit
not talking about the hurt
eat your school, drink your teeth, don't do sleep, and get 8 hours of drugs
stop looking
lower your expectations
reject self-love, reject self-care, reject the self
leave the valley
find a new goddess to worship
craft songs and lay them at her feet
to be ignored
lay money at her feet
to be picked up
build her stairs
to be ascended
statistically all species are extinct
my personal extinction isn't so bad
everyone thinks it ends with them
but the flowers keep blooming
only, i wonder of the infinite tyrannies to come
the infinite silences
nothing blooming forever
is just as likely,
is the true state of things