our
last intentions were
far
beyond our age of
reasonable
candidacy. we put
together
all of us into one star and
hoped
that it would abruptly
fall
on our sacred laps. instead,
we
devastated the numeral heartbeats
into
thinking they were happily
moulded
at the better half ends.
i
will finish here;
in
a place where you are my synonyms
for
watering
a
rendering of the time traveled skies.
stubbornly
collapsed morning awaiting
desperate
chopped lips;
an
again and again safe keeps our
soul.
