All Tomorrows

  as I drive aimlessly along the late october coast under a dreamtime sky, I finally see that there are three ways to settle this: let her go - but she just won’t. so fuck myself and drown her with me – look love, I drive hands-free at 110 mph! accept her and live among ghosts forever. give myself to you. the choice is easy. I won’t drive over the cliff. take my hand.

no, I have not forgotten nor am I forgetting, but she lives in dreamtime now - too far away for a phone call. as for me, I've found shelter from the cold, and as I ponder all my impossible pasts and possible futures, I mostly hope I will live a little longer. this is what you become when you've lived at close quarters with death

o ar é de ardósia coberta de giz que escorre traçados cris de calor neste terrário hermético onde brotam orquídeas carnudas e um vaporoso cio no substrato do nosso amor perfeito

all conveivable tomorrows burn their bright spears into right now right here how to disentangle love and hopes?