Everything is mounting.
Everything is rising...

_ The shrub is gone
the roots are ruthlessly rotted...

We always forget what
we are...

"Now." is the current
not floating with the river...

All the world suffers
your discords till the music...

When we are in love
we are two fluttering wings...

Birth is the first chip on our windshield,
after...

We argue to learn.
Owing to our argument...

It shines in your eyes
before it is dulled with what...

Horizon is the
conundrum of terminus...

Where are the skies torn
I long to be dazzled by...

It is your lesion
that I'm bleeding. It is your...