from fever takes

when was the last time you knew the spark, when it flashed before you, and you flickered, and all the math to the stars could not divide such a force.

you make eyes on the street, and all the colours have been waiting for you to create.

you sit by the water, dripping foul from midnight, your favourite song and favourite smile.

you chase them from the sun, and always stay together in many sought bruises.

(fall away from this.)

for me, for you, for never remembering the difference between time and cherries, always strong, and always far.

(I am raw with fire.)

the world comes for me, but I am not ready, and the days wait to patch to these jeans.

and told:

You can only graft things to yourself, not speak them there.

Ian William L.