the losties

organize the violet welders
walk out on the edge
torches flaring
some fall
leaves in the fields
orph kneel hawthorne
zeta calls it home
yes and then walk
and we walk far
enty hop high bunny
on fire and seeing
awhoo fine dressing
it was a great day
for the sphere

note to andy
vivificate i’m wrong
our fifteen minutes
resonating outward
i’m frightened
are we dead yet

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