heart to heart to deep to sea

It is the things we keep with us

burial 

death

underground

casket belongings

some things are carried to the grave

have you not known?

have you not

and why must this be without

logic

truth

dependency

have you not known

all these weeds

all these branches

have grown up

for you

and your sunlight

within my own seeds

i sit with huge eyes

and painted cheeks

I lay on 

these hardwoods

for hours

still

still

still

lacking movement

I wait for the abyss 

that decides

to not arrive

i wait

and I sit

and i weep

i wait

and i sit

and i weep

i wait

and i

would rather be without for eternity.

if this cannot be

"all this weight is honest worst

were moderate we modernize

till our hell is a goodlife"