in the vortex drifting closer to you
there’s about two things that haven’t died
caught up in the trouble of a few
crawling through sheets and waking up
from the perplexed nuance—time spent in wonder
and tumbling hail teasing out meaning
these bitter sayings that find little traction
but we’re spinning out now—from the existential high
leaning into conversations that bloom
healing our thoughts and the memory of loss
laughing like we mean it cause we must
if these sounds are for us
thunder from the light of the day
