and just like that: worn away
under an assault of rising waters
a cold wet season crawls in
on the backs of irritated starlings
and just like that: worn away
under an assault of rising waters
a cold wet season crawls in
on the backs of irritated starlings
we like to believe don’t we need to
that monsters are made not born
don’t we that different circumstances
make a difference don’t we
then we aren’t to blame
planets are only not
yellow dwarf fragments
because the backs our eyes
are glued to this blue shard