We

We

Fenced off his reign, crystalline yet amorphous.

The adolescence of today have brought me something to say.

Murmuring their expenditure for tomorrow and ages to come.

Their proper etiquette holds on the last filament.

Treachery behind the nylon doors--ambivalent to my core;

flood of butane to wash away our sins.

the existential lizard of today remains somnolent.

An expedition to the infinite waste towards resolution.

We saw it.

We did it.

A penumbra of cataclysm coinciding with tranquility.

The Terran that holds fire.