lights upon the open skies
lasting, ever fading eyes
on the motion above the ground
a moving machine
the space of life
in a few times over god
we don't speak
for it is beautiful
i think often a truth
about the world we are
and the boys we aren't
all in a vacuum
there's flight in a bottle
a sinking ship on the moon
dying wishes of the platoon
oh to be here again
there's faith in our bones
one left to die alone
till the dogs leave you
there'll be once a home
on my shoulders is a place
where god meets us all
in an effigy of idioms
over the sea of beasts
the light moving across
the open night skies
sleeping in a sweetner
for what it's worth
something about airplanes
move my faith in virals
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if not human
Poetrythe anthology of emotion, the passing of life, the epilogue of pure, unfiltered regret this is "if not human" poems, prose and stories from the dark
