Sinking slowly to the ocean floor, light growing dimmer than the league’s before
always in the same family tree, maybe two, who knows…three
from one blood came four,
scores from marks explored through specticals of shade
Internal mediation has been a strain, I hear the ring, answer must be unspoken, plane…
Elevated annihilation, no apologies; necessary for growth and devastation
From one blood came four, seeping through every chastised pore
I hear the ring, must be the right passage to another flight
clear hearing is not clear sight…why bring me online for just a good night
To graduate the inner being who was so inclined, coming to me now…before there was no screening
like the sphinx is in love with the moon xy
always, already, alright
All is good
‘night
