shitty poetry.

[indigae]

eternity...

trim the mad hat
give the scraps some room
they will grow
because they need to

keep on trials
stave off comfort
retrace the path

to the path,

make events
kill off coincidence
keep a destination

always tired
more than tired...
(hoarding garbage)
...useless in time
to meet old friends,
and ahead of them all

in hope,

but sideways motion
counts only
as keeping on
while most
move their on
and trim
by reflex.

you let go
long preserving
mystery.

your moments flee,
as mine can't do,
so in my greed,

i hold

them for you.
and no one's just yours.
no good choice
unlamented.
in your fall,

my ground

is your solid end.
and lastly,
taking all last breaths,
you gasp...

and laugh.