For now I write directly into the heart of things
a spear in flesh with no way to escape
I think clearly and sharp dreams pierce the core of the atom
the space inbetween fills and empties
flicks
and jumps
here to there
causing ripples across the world
minor flaws created out of harmony
rage balanced by the ladybirds wing
mistakes remain and art is burned on the bonfire
all at once worthless and priceless
and even at this depth
I remain happier than
you.
