We were fearful of the outside world.

Amber sparks fly heavenward

We were getting used to feeling used

There is no doubt.

Dyer exists --

The end has begun to come for you

My friend took a job impersonating hollyhock

The good fig provides pride

I roll through an intersection of peacocks on my lunch break.

Eden took a trip, and I never saw her again.

Inching towards a new knowingness