Order Me A Sky From A Florist

Fortresses and ruins. Dusk to evening.

Walking, walking.. And then

A reality check, a dead end manifesting /

Inertia. The mind forcing in whatever is left of what once was forseeable //

Walls and fortresses up and away reaching the moon

- the impossibility of it...

...of what?

of it.

Order Me A Sky From A Florist series, now complete. 🐇