By the time you read this anything might have happened. She might have fallen in love by the time you read this. By the time you read this she might be dead. For that’s just how it works. Don’t feel bad for reading. It’s just how things work...
The water is rising when I wake, and at first, I forget.
Good old Australia
Natural disasters are on the rise. Some messes are unrepairable.
There are multitudes within me. Life is flowing through my liminal spaces like raspberry juice through a muslin cloth.
Hey how ya doing, what's going on?/ Just a light start of the song/ Cause there ain't nothing light about this / It weighs heavy. On the planet.
Look up! Any time of night / you'll see blinking lights / of airplanes crossing
Clear-cut/ Land improvement/ To selfish minds—/ “Development”
Earth tried to be the bright blue light/ in the Milky Way galaxy...
The smooth-us forest-lighten trees lose life blood...