∴ brushstrokes of midnight—
a canvas of storms and moon
paints my attribute ∴
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a kiss for tomorrow
∴
silver rungs fade as i climb
through clouds, breath held tight—
a kiss for the moon awaits
reaching upward, losing line
falling gently through the sublime
and tomorrow, i rise once more
∴
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bruh
∴ cloud hands drifting—
bruh, the sky moves slow today
softly flowing Tao ∴
ardor
∴ tender ardor
chasing mellisonant melodies—
journey calls from dawn ∴
mortal
∴ mortal breath escapes—
under stars, we make our plans
as if they might last ∴
autonomy
∴ autonomy
universe spins strange patterns—
me, lost, in control ∴
river
∴ bulgogi mandu
river steeped in dark broth swirls—
the moon dips closer ∴