My spirit is heavy with the time I squandered driving in first gear,
one light shining dimly to dispel the darkness,
all the way holding on to the promise my ancestors cherished
You wake up one day, just one day out of many, to find your world has shifted on its axis, not a lot, just enough, just enough to drive you mad. We adapt, smart humans that we are, we adapt and it shifts again, unexpectedly, at the least convenient moment, just to spite us.
It’s early | so early | to tell you | the story | of summer
When violet | beams lift | the shutter of | heaven | at dawn
So fast that | the marking | between day | and night | is a sharpened