It can get worse, there are hell realms. I’m misquoting someone but, I’ve heard it said:

I’ll give you what I got, I can part with it all. I have gifts— A silk tongue,

A tide of blood, miniature in compare— But an ocean no less, to the virus in there.

If presented with the choice would the dinosaurs have allowed the asteroid or meteor to hit?

The choir of the saints is heartle… They’ve parried happiness a lifeti… seeking only the old earth, the marsh of the meek— where earnest suffering

The moon lulls me as I wade through poppy fields, dragging limp hands behind me, catching each pod long enough before it snaps upright again

I feel newly acquainted with this skin, everything is novel, intensity is wherever my eyes land,

A whole lifetime can go by simple and average, without change, misunderstood, or understood all too well—

And there is but One of It So then with no-one to delight The parallax is a radical explosio… of infinite variability with no known meaning or destinati…

To be a ghost is to always be aghast— To not know which direction is the future or the past.

Eyes to the ground, cutting through an alley, ruminating about a fight with a si… I notice a stray dog following, when I stop to pet it

Pretend like your hell is the new normal. Now the space is calm, and poignant, and telling.

“Didn’t I tell you to love everyo… Love everyone. That’s my only business. No small feat, but I have all of eternity.

Trees poke from the earth like the mummified hands of the martyrs. Buried alive, they strained with last breath

Curling black from crematorium sta… tell me again the hoax of the soul… The cowl paces, pretends to be faceless, swinging silver