No thrift of powdered heavens, narrow passages ‘tween elevens.

The sea is always splitting There is always a wayi We strive for immortality But fear its banality Longing for belonging And prolonging our lives, grasping At meaning, cups overflowing With anything but something A hundred years or more we wish Of life so full we’d never stretch Denied Pandora her botox’d blush Her charm-filled box […]