Whoops, i be azrae;.

"There is not a grain of dust, not an atom that can become nothing, yet man believes that death is the annihilation of his being." Schopenhauer

austere

a little on the cold side near the moon, the green sheet folds itself around my face

a plunge into the atmosphere no air to breathe and weightless a ring around providence

a simple blessing from joy makes figurative shapes around the surface of the oceans

the earth reflects the tensions of a billion hearts.