it is a certain kind of cave song
to be content in one place
like some stupid creature dripping with lacks
is posing around corners
and I rarely cry
but I don’t murmur spells at the moon
or believe that I can feel you with my eyes closed
surely there are wild ways to follow the rules
and calm ways to break them,
a wild way to follow a heart
and a calm way to break it
PLUTO BLOOMING 