We packed koi fish in a suitcase, for some lost reason That they’d help move our undead bodies into transforming light is thrilling— thrilling— magical thinking
The light only lets a fine gleam off water play with a fish’s ambition to enter the cold— coldest— moment of its short existence before the weight of a dragon is suffered forever
We packed koi fish in a suitcase, for some lost reason That anyone here could even ride upon a dragon into myth is so far surpassing delusional thinking
We’ve been pushing around boxes Towers and causeways, and carpeted birthways ellipsed in front of the fish’s vision So it’s no ones fault for hoping at one point immaculate doorways would open
A Calypso or a curved back could never stop the disturbing of corners, or the rhythmic surf thralling koi all morph within a charging breath but for not the movement to **** at our fins, then amidst, lo, immaculate doorways-went
It’s no wonder koi fish have come closer to dragons than anything’s come That they’d be key and coach for a new home in it’s new light is thrilling— thrilling— actually done
from may 14, 2025 poem from the past a day #65 this is the last poem i have that was made in the past as of the date of upload. as far as its quality of writing, i've left off on a relatively strong note. it has a handful of captivating phrases. it was a scrap of a couple lines for about two-ish years, so i actually started it around the time i wrote Arrested Celestine and the like and that means it came out of that time of energy. but, on the other hand, i wrote the last two stanzas only a couple months ago, so i do still have my stuff, though fractured and delirious. as for the future, my brain has taken to coming up with a never ending series of choruses and hooks, and that's what i've been writing down. at least some of that will be published, although i'm taking my time.