What is growing only for itself?
Singular selfishness, a preservation of space-taking?
Not sure what is a less harmful indulgence
The contaminated liverwort growth
Of each other
Winds of mercy want us to come back
We left for a reason and are not theirs
Possessing not a positive
To take because
Belonging nowhere
Babies manifest as what?
Sometimes they are hate, of the fact that souls are
Infinitely disposable
As bodies
Alot alot
Excessively alot
A soul, our souls are
in between I and I
A baby is the sadness of not enough time
Insignificant possession idle
In the water
Slipped
Beautiful clouds not for us
Confide
In the irreparable damage
From body’s
Secret pocket
Separate
Of souls
The egg represents
Death, hate, sadness, pain
That is dependent on
Love, happiness, life, pleasure
And other opportunities of insignificance
No moon
No breathing moon