behold! the edeavor.

on again off again.
it's always just.
except for then,
except for them.

calloused skin on the backs of doorways.
swinging on hangers that float,
three feet off the ground.

i thought it was two, that's needed?

teeth turn.
archways form up ahead and then,
the light from your lighthouse dims.
goodbye, sr. soma.
it's much the opposite.