already, there's an awkward quality to the air that's different
(don't you notice it? haha, you have to, you're the one making it)
never ignore it, because it's always there, simply present
xenomorphs fit in better than you, can adapt better than you
immediately, the spotlight is on you, and
obviously the brightness is blinding, bombarding
until broken buildings (your foundations) crumple to the ground
(silence, it speaks volumes, louder than you might like)
momentary relief washes giant waves over your skinny body
open your eyes to the sun shining inconspicuously upon your shiny face
verily, the skeleton of this frivolous reality is heavily unstable
envelope its apparent appearance in things which don't matter
speak, speak, you little child, speak until everybody listens, speak, SPEAK
YOU ARE READING
sprinkle in the woods (poetry #6)
Poetry"and it rains and rains and rains and rains for five more years and it's cloudy for ten once they leave, i'll be sunkissed i'll be the rock in the light illuminated simply by your presence my fallen star, you've finally met me and it's so lovely lov...
