Hollow right like stars alight we sing to open space of astral things, There once, the goat played, ate, was lively, had ownership

I popped open the wine with a Nike shoelace, a trick I learned on the internet

the view is breathtaking here.

Real life escapes you.

i try/to get/up but you prove/your strength.

We are/no more than heartbeats on repeat.

Unfortunately poets are not, apparently, worth their weight in gold.

1.like thatevening comes.stretching across alleywaysand four lane streetsblanketing the troubles of you and mequieting the rustle of tree leaves into first position,stilllike that evening comes.and soon the moonarches high to a place we cannot reachthe sky is blinking…