the gravel in your voice
like grit carried downstream
by the river flowing.
I barley know myself,
but I want to let you wash over me.
I don’t need anything to hang onto anymore.
I just need to keep listening to you.
make me clean and cool,
I’ll happily be swallowed, rushed away,
consumed.

at another time
on a different planet
the same stories happen over and over.
creatures misunderstand each other
and thusly pull each other apart.
children run the world, people suffer,
people lie, people do what they must to survive,
and the sky falls to bits
again and again.
and once more.
I have seen it, I have felt the earth shatter under my hands. I...