You made space so I exist.
3♣️ Alliteration
Today, I woke up and immediately wondered what I was given. I wanted to throw things at the wall, see a van drive through the window, or jump out into one if that's different, and be taken to another town and told to wait and as I did i tinkered with the trays of spare parts.
5♦️ Personification
I had in short order a little companion who would assess the area find a particularly agreeable spot, deploy arm to rotate a nozzle and... spritz a little rainbow into being, before repeating the process.
10♥️ Free Verse
Invitations are gushing / out possibility's lobe letters to what's here, / everything we're left / to desire is so hungry / for what we might be we / find relation there, we / kin with transformation so / terribly there's light.
9♠️ Mournful
We've every form of photosynthesis there is and what tragedy is that, how is this the end of all there is to the self-perpetuating propogation of electromagnetic radiation? There must be something we're not - distinguish.
---
A♦️ Onomatopoiea
We believe so much in each other ectectation writes emotional scripts for bashing ourselves over the head when we aren't in service to what we align. How is aligning with light going for you?
Q♠️ Ballad
Did light and I go to the beach this minute, the lapping waves evidence enough the swell is where veluptuous was first pronounced? How are they, there - the only two things that exist a moment and how every other's gone?
3♥️ Imagery
Have you considered my every option, as your light? What I shine one where not you? Have you considered I've places to land that in no way bring to what you're left to? Data volcanoes erupt, blanket every sky and yet: every phase of Moon. As constant as though not of world.
6♣️ Reflective
When each tide is punctuation of Moon. Each life is twisted curl from Moon waters receded as the sound of hydrogen tinkling into space at a rate of 3kg per second, death of earthlingness just noise now and distant nebula, 11km per second escape recognizing it's lift incarnate.
(4/4)
---
8♦️ Impassioned
Why do we fall? Maybe falling exists for escape is velocity coming home - light walks through the halls of plant cells and where it might destroy, only serve to bend amorphous bile to present sweetness.
8♣️ Concrete
Every four paragraphs - every three breaths - another human mass escapes into vaccum, and you are just now feeling like you can relate. After your whole life, another part of the world has found its place in you. Another bit of the Moon's experience is now your own.
6♠️ Metaphor
You're, after reading this, three people more Moon than you were at dawn. In you, right now, this isn't a war if you've never ascribed to the word. Escape's a sunk cost you can lean into - foundation, tides, here, this. Object presences. You'll leave soon enough.
9♥️ Assonance
Invitations are... are like this. You type your other's name to scroll through photos of them while you share line and talk and talk, or you don't. You offer yourself a cup of water, or you don't. You breath, or you don't. The default is you don't. The magic: the attempt.