Shots
wooden ship
milky way waves
spike up
glide down
weave
parry
maintain
crowbar my eyelids
I peep countless roads
step ready
we’ll swing our sword
maneuver
search
find
we’re separate books
same galaxy
a gray wall lunges at us
it flickers and it’s gone
tragedy
hunger
debt
some branches are beyond thorny
they’re the red button
ash worst case
we fire back every inch
heal
ripen
thrive
moments and results
what is what could be