Sell me a possible world where my mind's made up, Remind me of how the horizon settles the sun At a distance. Or how subtle breezes...

I like a slow burn. Like the way butter melts on day-old pancakes cluttered in the sink. Too much batter, fried and flipped, pages...

The balance of beautiful things Is riddled by our knowledge Beyond what they are To him, to her, to in between, To you, to I, to them, to...