So frail and full of sighs, the tornado stumbles and subsides.
Fathomless. Nuclear. Unclear in aspiration.
Pinned to gravity's weeping gears and presse against the glass,
we see it is just like us. Full of piss, wishes and dust.
Holding the head heavy and the hand in the vice.
Running every red light on the empty road home.
Like you it needs warmth to expand.
Like you it is decrepit and scarred with distance.
Like me it needs you to love.
Like me it will only crush you and spray your name across time.
In accretion. In algorithms. Like sand. Like rain.
Sigh and smile. Look away

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