the wolf lay extremely unmoving
it completely occurred
to us, firsthand
these cheeks laughed
geography spun
but i saw it stop to blink
the fortunate are often despised
and we both jumped
we’re hopeless
the disappointment crushes
all the suns and moons are aware
by considering oneself onto the spirited shore
the decay washes itself away
its old, reoccurring pattern
i think i may have found a loophole
