day 127

Things I find beautiful
(1) Her soul. Darlin is
strong enough to shake
rhythms out of fear.
She will teach you what it is to love.
  Lightning bolt grasp,
she is Zeus admirable.
  Her lessons.
Her lessons are learned
as quick as she leaves. Today,
  I play waterfall to concave
memoirs. It is still Autumn,
love. Stay lost in her
wanderlust, with me.
Wake up in a bat cave home. These
bat shit feelings make you
feel at home. Let your voice
slither through these halls.
Roar,
   with such an intensity
you create cracks in sidewalks. You.
You are earthquake lovely.

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(2) Cracks in sidewalks. Our child
will skip over all of them. Oblivious
to all the beauty space plays home to.
Like, black holes are bigger than this
universe. Blind. Today,
we are just star matter. Atoms, and
blood. (3) Quivering lips.
She has been walking through broken
down bat caves. There, someone
has found home in her.
Has played waterfall rhythms, roaring.
She is praying for a messenger.
Here,
a friend proves Medusa's legend.
Words hard enough to shatter
coral reef homes. This is how
she becomes earthquake lovely.
(4) From the ground up. We are
bones and lost dreams.
Hidden passion and homicidal
intentions. (5) Bulletproof heartbeats.
Sssssssssss. Sketchy silence that
slithers through lonely crevices.
Cracks in abandoned boulevard
boardwalks. Monsters hiding
in bat caves. (6) Monsters.

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(7) Today, I am a pieced
together monster. Yesterday
was years ago. I will
forget about this tomorrow.
(8) Sorrow. The monsters
drink tears from waterfall
canyons. They sip the
purity out of happy coral
homes. This is how I'll
become earthquake
lovely.

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(9) They tell me: When
you drown, your lungs burn.
Your insides burn. This
is what star matter feels like.
Like, inside out atoms.
Boiling blood. This is
how you forget yourself.
Tonight, under the sea of five
light year gallons,
this is where your
ambitions
will
sleep. Sink or
(10) Swim.
There's a limit to how
far you can fall. Today,
fall upside down.
Become more than just
star dust.