in space no one can hear the ice in your whiskey ~ nothing dispels my darkness it just comes and goes as it pleases ~ a vine that strangles the tree ~ the sun is in the right place rising and falling gears interlocking everything perceived Sol illuminates feeds cradles rocks to sleep ~ a candle's skin glows from the burn underneath ~ the surface will crack give way ~ further magnification brings more to light ~ atoms stacked upon atoms piles of color rioting in the streets ~ what has been leaves an orbit trail of debris ~ ahead the path is clear if not seen

- me