Side Effects
Zoé
4:35I'm eager to know what this looks like from the ground With infinite suns and blinding recollections I pull from the leader til the reel is unwound Ably erasing augur-sown predilections It is always odd to find that we were so entwined A tap on the shoulder caught me unaware And the edge of the meristem, lush as a diadem In vexing vagaries and lean, liminal air I've had reveries appear in riving moiety Diaphanous veils that I did not commission In eight-millimeter grain they quaver cruelly The coronal rays are rilled in arcane reminiscences The prow of our eventide conquers the inky sky A rimy testament that nothing is fair And the edge of the meristem summons a reasoned end A barrel on the temple he won't spare