#postlapsaria

Touch me deeply as you once had,  and I will not soon forget it We speak in riddles to deny the past, to love the present, to prepare the future Beyond that which we have more of,　 I have seen an old glimmer It's starry eyes for empty skies, I tell you I shudder so hard to find,  an embrace so hard to maintain I sweat pictures, words hours of days gone, once buried,  and the corpses now warm to the touch.

I am the horizon. I have dreamt of my eyes tracing rings around this world. My arms are stretched to forever. My fingers shake with the fear of control. The fear I know you all know so well. We all lay claim to our destinies yet we all rise and fall with the current.