Her, the last capture.
First frame
An awaking not awoken
Slept on like all proper thoughts
Left hanging, to be hung
Heavy no more, seen once
understood but only
For the form of finality
Caught
Not like a Luna moth on a screen
Stuck like a mouth, between two.
@EvanAKilgore I mean she tells you right in this clip, because it was a competent effort, not a lawless, ineffective terror campaign on citizens and their neighborhoods.
Climb a hill in my own way, we all fearless at the top, til we contemplate the abyss, see the eye always watching the you never viewed but yet most known, one step over but always two steps back, knowing a ledge is knowledge.
iv just be struck, bout to come to life to so I can shut it down, the way I was taught, but it’s was always too taut, stretching every meaning, performing every verb. Feeling all the waves, dialed in but turned off.