Spencer James Manchester

You

seperate seemingly not
...

Worlds in passing stop

to take a glance upon their own
Creation's
...

For one title

held so far above all others,
...

I go affixed, undeterred

carried atop hurried pitter-patter of
...

Simple.

Steps, but flying
further into falling
...

Here is the
disgust of Creation;

In manufactured uniform,
collective flesh
...

when my attention was stolen
by airplanes and
tornadoes of
Autumn,
...

My sleep,

you won't stop
...

Tell me, what has you so calm?
That you so merely rest
atop the edges of
this Earth,
...