underboy whites small

revery, that old slang grope
down memory;
like a bottle thrown onto
the land from
lavender, the silhouette of
clouds; i float in

shuffles, fluff ing around…
dive down to
the hidden
ruins of kouros,
shredded rocks, they look like
memories… look
like me.

how do we run
away from
alive, alone,
dork rimbauds
on instagram.

inside this bottle
here’s a note from
some lost soul inside some sea from
long ago, instead of lost from me.
and comets roll in comic books,
but mountains play,
nothing’s ever meant to be until
it looks like you.




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