i saw the sky in an overly obstructive high rise and it resembled the southern hemisphere and i thought of warmer climes with cloudy skies; a place with sailors and a lack of ice. half of the time i'm gone. and i don't care where.
like a shepard hiding from the sheep. a shroud. we don't know how and we don't care
why
because. we're
unruly. unwanted.
the larger truth.
we'll call it even before half of our time is gone and we don't know where and we don't know where.
before i'm gone and
we'll come
undone
in this place
then we'll know we
are there
i am most definitely
going to
ruin your life
just like the sun kills the moon
every morning
every fight
it never ends
buried in sunshine and choking on happiness
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