Sleeping Tornadoes

yellow kingdoms strike the green. the void finds its endemic reciprocity. the soft acceleration of when unravelling in a horrendous confetti of consent.

it wasn't far. it just took so long to get there.

gravity winced. as she took each step. the casual empty between catastrophe and progress.

it wasn't far. it just took so long to get there.

all the corners thieves. erupting with what had been stolen.

narrow paths bear their fangs. as the hunt stiffens. the promise of when deflating.

it was never that far. we just took too long to get there.