bright lights blind
my soul of the
desires of our world.
pressure seeps below
me & crosses the paths
for more twists & turns
below the spine.
each muscle tensing
from the pulse of our
time that stretches
across all the layers
sliced, diced pieces
splitting particles
that rip apart with
you help.
all of our lines faded
with age each
ticking moment is
the last chance you
have to make an
impression. lasting
marks on society
with the corners
sides of angled teeth.
