all the lavender and rosemary obscure a certain magic

regarding my own

shaky flame

I feel a little lost

tiny flowers so touched and turn // shepherding branching, reeling in song // what an unexpected move

to reject a certain gloom // red aurora // analogy for the sun

A future milkmaid comes to collect

it seems like you thought I was going to grab you then–

[what’s gone is inaccessible, I’m zipping my boots for the day]

forgetfulness takes what it finds // birds on a cliff // shakiness

but the reason I exist free for you to regard // it’s just that my life has been

so comforted by deathcaps

a little unorthodox