Jayar

Across the ocean, in chase of some sidereal
Along the mountains and hills, looking down below
watching both from above, our hindsight below,
seeing the coral erode through the glass,
and the high-earth we step on, crumble from beneath us
all the while looking up at that same star

Fuck, Apollo.

jevons

Every window lacks lenity.
It is rich in filters.
They rock back in forth
reminding me of similies.

Christmas would come with some clarity,
a breath of fresh space.