Still, the body, still
Daylight gnawing at our lone survivor
Pieces abound in piles of otherworldly debris.
Which is earth’s, which is unknown in source?
Metallic tesoros, alive, burning the storage room

We modify time gaps as we perceive anxieties.
Five days now seem like a round trip to the moon. 24 hours as a black pool of dubious origin, a thick flowing liquid.

In a sudden state of delirium, I wished upon a homestead life. To temporarily inhabit a different character concerned with silliness and trivialities. With the mind of a girl that did not grow old. Who did not lose playfulness. A family oriented mind.

Alas I would be miserable as a still body, my mind must trace the steps of every ghost, to move as they move now and as they moved over two thousand years ago all the same.
Who cares who I meet on the way. They may join me, I may join them. I become myself again.