Voices

Give me answersThe one you Don’t want meGo searching LevitateHold on to groundWhere you come fromYou pledged not to leaveGrotesque cyclesAll over my Blurry hasty narcissist sided lines Flying side by sideTo be residents ofThe island of reeds manTo be the one of themGallons of halfEnough to pull me closer enough

ResolveLet your tissues breatheDon’t find your way backNot even that safe Spare your predictionsCosted you The prettiest blazeDown thereWithin one of your boreholeTravelling your coresNot a promise Of a fine departureFunded by justification