i heard

consciousness continues in the absence of perception

but how you lost me again

remains unconventional

so your deep sleep will be my awakened 

as we slowly die on the surface of things

saints don't feast around monarch butterflies

Bitter orange stars will boldly bolster

the world is supposed to sometimes hurt

pears to airy lemons

i can't forgive the ones who have wronged me

maybe reject the unforgiving

and after so many dream gambles

it feels unknown, unfixable + unsettled

after the rare domestication of our egos

contorting the coils of our

splattered heart strings

the morning of our suicide girlfriends 

enraptured by orbic light floodings

we can finally dream

where

we are

now.