Some days are heavier than others.
The gravity gets bolder.
Caught in the drag, in the sink.
In the down-too-low.
Cut strips off pylons and glow in the wound.
Spit 'til your wrappings.
Days like that.
The days they made out of sight out of mind for.
But when you're never out of sight?
But when you're never out of mind?
When you don't get an excuse?
Just figures in silhouette over orange as a railroad recoils.
The days that split out of you grow wings and escape.

Love,
the dead minotaur