Tag: monostich

quite literally dust to dust builders breaking hard

spring noon the woodpecker vibes to the drilling upstairs

late may settling into the automatic state of mind

spring noon we each brew a cup of thunderstorm

the comforts of the void consoles the flesh

mostly a shadow these days defying my very existence

remember freedom remember the sands and salt

from nothing to nothing in a span of lifetimes

gear fever the machine god blesses you with unapologetic logic