hours burnt coffee
risers
days that mark the passing years
the lingering smell of slaughter in the city
material
living body, leaving soul
small dog
in a coat
in the arms of the
flip phone camera man
un just
the years that were taken: millennia
feign evolution and fall apart
sinking, feeling
forget not
about doubt
forever and forty days
sad math
yearn beyond survival, existence
early dump truck orchestra
death songs, dying
artifacts on the third floor
assumed continuity of self (and all things)