poetry

a little bit about energy what if i told you well, actually i’m just making this shit up but… if i told you that the fountain of youth is energy…

letting me go she seems to have had little problem letting me go falling away in trajectories free of my will or influence into the loneliness of deep space and…

years of falling all these seasons past fire smoke in the air and loss and loneliness prayers longing and loss have framed the years the morning air aching for snuggles…