Sorry for neglecting my poetry, folks. I’ve started working on some other hefty projects, so it won’t be too frequent a post anymore. Here’s what I can muster for now:
The zeroes in his heart
Set an even pace for the level gravitation
Around objects
Not above them
But behind
And let through
Upon
Never set upon, never crept outward
Just variance
He knew she knew they were both mortal
So to send animals to Protista was nothing short of
Irrelevant
