the seeds of everything
casually blowing off the dust of dreams
clearing cobwebs left by vague visions
wolf
dark calls to darkness
deep calls to deep
insides in
don’t they ever stop to ask
what lives inside the cracks?
adjust to the light
what functions have been sourced beyond you
buried under misplaced trust?
will the line break?
the line won’t break unless you think it might.
so just don’t.