They begin:
- clench-
+ clench -
Lay from my angle the setting star washed the sky red
I take one fourth of my immense time to immerse in it
- untense
+ - untense
The edges of the world seem to collapse slightly
- clench + clench - Unacceptable to say - the colour washed my blood ultra-crimson. Somehow redder than red - -
-
- My eyes must be what are losing themselves now
- First was my legs - folded into the dunes, the feeling of burning grains
- lost on their skin.
- –untense
+ My eyes must be what are losing themselves now
+ First was my legs - folded into the dunes, the feeling of burning
+ grains lost on their skin.
+ - untense
Long gone are my nerves
Now the neurons blink out like dying stars
Like our lovely sun
+ 
+ + ↵ Back +
+ +
+ Lightheaded - (a lack of air.)
+ I can barely stand. And to walk, I fear for my safety.
+
+ Trace the landscapes:
+ Ridges and ditches and whatever's left.
+
There's something to be found there.
++ ↵ Back +
+ + + +