.

good morning
nothing's yet happened
a decade old matcha
seems to still work
no heartrace, just
a bit of clarity
the sun is shining
but the chills...
you know the chills
i'm fortifying
they're approaching
i've had many embraces
of warmth, fading now
it's my poverty
that will save me
'cause blessed
are the poor
in spirit
isn't that
what they wrote?

.

when i die

bury my remains

where only those

that are lost

can find

may my heart give there

a moment's consolation

for those who are alone

.

so you want to smoke dmt?

try hernia

try romance

try poverty

you want to see god?

take a big chunk

there's plenty more

where these come from

.

fully saturated
with the
indivisible
feel

sweet symbiosis
of defeat
and surrender

time slides like mist
to the neverland

'forever-land,'
said the friend

'you don't ever need
to come back'

.

urgent news
from the now
history is about
to repeat itself

.

rolling downhill
in a barrel
for all of our sins
idiot christ

.

shrink
to vain blank
white dream

do not fight
it's alright
just go to sleep