the affairs of the dead
match the living's remorse;
blood calls to blood
the universe watches the tide
we all catch stars
and call them hope
we all wander the cosmos
and call it purpose
i want to live one day
like you live your whole life
air through lungs
making dead hearts beat
apocalyptic salvation
a story call
the arms of an ocean
those are my names
your warehouse stories
slept beneath my head
like spines of books or bodies
the morbid taste of darkness
