Magnet

It was an easy ride

I spot meteors all the
time

sealed in discomfort not thriving

(like a seed would watered and with firm roots)

instead sinking like mist belongs to atmosphere


thin

air

lacks

of

any form of strength

whatsoever



and there were no facts rather theories shaken with battered brains spilled out

and brain not
connecting with hands nor feet

sunk
in
deep

in a maze of pure junk moving gliding with

ripe

flowers
leaves hair and vultures

and

hand me a rope stomping
on the skeletons

tongue-in-cheek

I swear I saw you
consumed
I do not need to go through this again


What will I become when the seeker meets the haunted
and the hunter meets the one being sought

?