All One Breath
The promenade where all other selves can rush wildly into oblivion
My mother piles the quartz high against all the window panes of the house
The body of a young man withers before a neon shopfront, escalating into disappearance.
Two polar bears balance each other as they amble slowly, gracefully towards the pathway of the silent forest.
abandoned constructions in the mountain grasses
yielding the repetition of another time.
expansion is always above us