shared polarity

fusion gives into gravity just as social submissions progress. a mountain is made of molecules. do you think they will give us any space to breathe? who are you to say, when your point of view is from six feet under? we're all going to leave someday. one can outwit the stratagem. which will you be? loosing venom was so last year, and soon i'll be growing my feathers. now i know myself by another. the old signal faded, blurry, opaque. a painting over elliptical eyes.