The Quiet Sun
We trace your violence with methodic unease, charting chaotic ferocities as measured outbursts; a humanised hoax to retain control. As your temper subsides we
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We are Drifting Apart
Within the unformed chaos of our past, You pushed and pulled at creases in our skin; The time we had was short but built to
Solar Stranding
The waves assault an unfamiliar shore, As bodies writhe beneath the azure sheet; And astral squalls prepare their tools of war. Cascading whitecaps far
Biological Entanglement
Your search for energy you can’t suppress, Looking for particles of light on waves. A perfect quantum engine you possess, Your search for energy you