1271.

Stuttered progress and
bent lines. A train's worst nightmare.
Engines made worthless.

1270.

A diaspora
of function found in fragile
heart's ethos system.

1269.

The clocks set to keep
winding down our bodies back
to earth's memory.

1268.

Hearts open today
in hopes that the sky will soon
follow. Hello spring.

1267.

A wonder how the
idea of scales ever found
some balance. Discord.

1266.

Humans are such odd
creatures, fed a steady meal
of hurt and defense.

1265.

Drunken labor lost
here. Masks of joy hidden in
those empty bottles.

1264.

Mathematical
inversions on the upswing.
Heart economics.

1263.

Surrender and its
counter momentum. Steady
course for sharp progress.

1262.

Only in those dark
ashes will truth be found in
the ground's autopsy.

1261.

There will be no heart's
lithograph for futures to
follow. Just escape.

1260.

Weary of my own
trudging circles. Matchsticks need
burn, long in the night.

1259.

Shared platforms only
leave the grounds for a falling.
Brace those fragile parts.

1258.

Then a saving, masked
in caricature. Mimes and
birds nest here lover.