anemone

earth after earth empties

and all our gods,

ourselves, are naught

are fraught of want

we can fake these small thoughts

and make them hearts, or doubts

in lieu of grand schemes and sentient solos

she could not submit for a cause

all our nature is taken

all our nature is broken

for the created

another mellow drone

another road home

all my nothings

all my never once

a song heard strikes

more than you now

my turn to look away

of all his, i am not won

of all his, i am not

i am each

overlap, we is not an entity

this form forgotten

and all i can feel is my heart beat

and all i can feel is my heart beat complete

i don't want their roads

i want this blue sea

those eyes perceive and plead

my beauty, she is not ephemeral

she is current

she is her entire life

she is there in my nature

his countenance comes into being