time here, patience, at the end of distance, the place of subsitance, the drift of innocence,
birth reclemation n transparence, u'd believe it if u needed to, to see what felt necessary as asbtinance for vitality,
death, period, and emotion all beating, morals unseen, n disposessed just as easy,
this distance was imagined.
...i know its just a poem, but coming out of withdrawal, first thing i've written in a loooong time, feels like a milestone