Hyperborea
Kalokagathia
Eudaimonia
Categoric imperative
G. Santayana
The Constitution of every country
And at least 6797202 people incarcerated yesterday
Where are you at?
 

 

 

You remember what Earth felt like
before we took gems out of it?
Are we meant to make mines
and cities and ballads of love
from colourful rocks?
Can't stop thinking about
the purpose of stones
deep deep away from the sun
 

 

 

I look at you and see
all the things I won't allow myself to be
and think: you ought to change
I know you feel it
we both grow short, and sad
But when I lift my eyes and meet myself
you grow tall and fall in love
and ask me for this dance
 

 

 

I wish to have this book
printed on paper
an actual book
So I could put my face in the middle of it
and sleep like I don't have things to do
 

 

 

Soul's Prerogative