the machine prompts and the flesh answers with naivety
Tag: Singapore
words will be words you can start by eating your bombs
spiralling as we question the worth of this flesh
in the quantum sense it is impossible to be still
every point of significance in spacetime referenced to each drop of rain
what the flesh dreams the reality becomes
all roads lead to the eternal drizzle
rabbit holes have bottoms but the overthinking nature of some are pretty endless
damp earth we steal each other’s thunder
this evening softened by muddy hands