Voices

Give me answers

The one you

Don’t want me

Go searching

Levitate

Hold on to ground

Where you come from

You pledged not to leave

Grotesque cycles

All over my

Blurry hasty narcissist sided lines

Flying side by side

To be residents of

The island of reeds man

To be the one of them

Gallons of half

Enough to pull me closer enough

Resolve

Let your tissues breathe

Don’t find your way back

Not even that safe

Spare your predictions

Costed you

The prettiest blaze

Down there

Within one of your borehole

Travelling your cores

Not a promise

Of a fine departure

Funded by justification