A brief argument in favour of exuberance

the night sky ablaze with stars

There is no future

without our feet dancing it into being

hips slide and a universe arises

spiraling through

leaving a trail of glory

There is no future

times slinks animal-like

no thicker than skin

a thread stretching between us

There is no future

be glad there was never a future

only freedom

coldly inexhaustible

a stone in the palm of your hand

begging to be thrown

(2022)

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