performing quite well

sensing weary waterfalls

fantasy prison

pushing away love

riding the higher branches

me myself and ghosts

convincing no one

no one cares if the sun shines

came to keep me warm

burned chasing lessons

walking old treks for stories

some written some told

blue tinted green flashes

subzeros lost torching friendlies

repeating spirals

cut offs and cut ins

rivers paying attention

people avoid floods

it breaks when you cry

bombing the reservoir damn

collecting mishaps

and then I break form

it’s draining being a bee

flowers are visits

nothing last and stays

watching, and feeding moves on

magic in flying

away to refine

lain out to disappear

reference for stars

tales made from loaned scratch

making it easier for nightfall

curtain calls and appluad

you have fun with name dropping

animated erasions and lingering

homely and caring

so eventually we escape

to find ourselves again

to come here again

This is drawn from “Anxietyland.”