we’re here in the sphere
the bubble which is our lives
swirling oil streaks

outward expansive
amassing volume in space
absorbing others

if you are still down
I would like to see this stretched
beyond clarity

roll on a spent night
the depth of the air breathed in
can fill into me

soft hallowed sockets
don’t let the world that rots talk
caressing ridges

mental connection
inhale familiarity
just please stay intact

at the park again
living like a memory
few of all that’s real

I’ll say it again
neither of these are my home
a slice down center

you can reap from both
but something will always nag
desire to conjoin

cramped in the back seat
clutching onto vocal slurs
everyone’s awake

constant clock attacks
I guess it’s always been split
all my divine time