white hymn

Haunted reverberations

Choreographed mindlessness

Poisoned elixir

Entropy in agony

Miles and miles of wasted space

To the moon and back

Exhale

Wonder

Should I call her mother?

Rooted on the spot

Growth spurts and wind-up charm

Fancy knuckles

Twitchy nerves

Elegantly playful with a hint of mustard

Bright omens opening the ever night

With legs