all alone on this planet as the aforementioned spins its daily route on its axis

walden freeman

on the fireplace
frame the time
it took to make me
lose my footing
on your burning-
coal-colored heart
it's a start
and i'm still buried

up to my chest
and i scream
like there's no tomorrow
as good as today
when the sun is a bomb
for a hirojima horizon
i'm still trying
and i'm still impressed

by the wind intrinsic
to the words that you spill
on a canvas implanted
so deep in my ears
that the reason won't reach
like the limbs of a tree
to a bird in a cage
and i'm saved
and i'm still alone

walden freeman

Wow I don't know how I managed to fuck up Hiroshima by mixing it up with Iwo Jima. I was typing it up really quickly from the safety of my notebook and totally blew it. Whoops.