the breathing grounds
for a vulnerable will to be everchanging
out of the blue
saunter in from the obscurity
of the depths we navigated in forever
i know him only by his shadows and silhouettes
places held for only the most privileged
the secret things he cherishes
above all else, as is below
an uneven field
the breathing grounds
bleeding from deep fissures
red and orange eruptions from withing
we can only hope it is no mistake
bringing doom to what could be a legacy
to overtake it and bury the memory
far beneath the crush of history
we don't know what normal is
together, discovery is near
but never seen
for the benefit of people
who will never know
intervention
keeping the meek
safe from their own folly
dividing distances between bodies
making the world smaller
falling in an overwhelming inquiry
we can't remember the lessons
until we experience
the vital factors in perspective
for a vulnerable will to be everchanging
About the Creator
⸘jason alan‽
:::WARNING:::
i am only responsible for what i say,
not for what you understand.
you may learn to be charmed by my [secret‽] discontent,
or you may not.

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