an inspiration from our recent conjoined and deflecting thoughts, flying ever more closer to a paradox neither will ever know, but only sense in a vague articulation and intuition: who could explain a sunset? it could only be experienced.

An observation of fear—
It’s like spouting flies
And saliva
Like revelations
Like yesterday
Reckoned with too late
No more than words
Are self-projection
A devotion to paper causes
And actualization
More than pieces
Is like peace of mind
Uneaten pieces of cake
Ant-filled coffee cakes
Held breath
Overflowing, toilet sounds
And no more like promises
Is it not
Better to be
Needle-pinned, butterfly wings
Than pluckered, protein flies
Of wine jars
Pride fermenting in a beautiful lie
Ripe, ready to be
Amber stupidity over flat decay
Correct lighting to make up for emotion
—Nowadays
It’s always safely substituted and afraid