I can’t stop imagining

What places would be like

If they were abandoned

No longer here no longer

Around

 

Or to see it all

Fall deep into the

Ground

And it was because

He would never feel the same

Just the way the same

As the ground

 

Full of ivy and

The dirt of it all

A murk

A mashup and

A few more pinches of

Sand and sentiment

 

So the water, rocks, and

Caron dioxide

Might generate some

Sort of way to

Have a someone to

Recognize the

Abandonment

 

If I were naked in the

Cosmos

I would not

Fear the

Murk and the

Muck

I would not fear the

Murk and

The muck