grave magnitudes

I am good.​

I am late. ​

Complete coffee​

and I am extra heated​

because I’m becoming hard,​

tightening important size hard,​

the ear of the eager hand hard. ​

It was in dream heat,​

the fourth hour retreat,​

an imperfect conclusion​

came in convict color sea.​

Complete departed spirit,​

the hand which is grasped​

together is destroyed.​

Love of casing​

trembles into worry;​

there is no weathering​

the stage which makes wasteful:​

pain measures weight more and more ​

until there is no feeling​

the thing which waits.​

In order to attach the bottom,​

I am good, I am late.​

 

interesting and intruiging

 

Took me a coupla reads to really appreciate this one. My heart and mind haven't been able to as easily these days.