spirit

living in vacuum.
bleeding life in drips and drabs.
empty and unknown.

only the future
knows those who will leave their mark.
the rest is but dust.

from the old surplus
there is a way to profit.
recyclers unite.

europe for the win.
argentinian eyes are blue.
but the game holds hope.

the long rustling grass
bows to the almighty wind.
my lips curl to smile.

humming of humans.
no queen in the catacombs.
but honey is sweet.