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photo by k.boyce. © 2010 by k. all rights reserved; nothing may be reproduced without written consent of theeverlastingfunstopper

ruins of our crash

another flyby,
another fruitless return.
i can’t see straight. i’ll never learn.
happened so fast,
white flash, and broken limbs
wobbly words and faithless hymns
and the mass grows
the mass grows
explodes.

i can't keep searching the ruins of our crash
i can't keep searching the ruins of our crash
there’s no wreckage.
there’s no wreckage.
there’s no.

another recovery,
another dive into remission.
perhaps we’ll never know the condition.
should’ve learned,
treetops, and traffic cops
nothing matters when you say nothing at all

i can't keep searching the ruins of our crash
i can't keep searching the ruins of our crash
there’s no wreckage.
there’s no wreckage.
there’s no.

photo and words by k.boyce. © 2010 by k. all rights reserved; nothing may be reproduced without written consent of theeverlastingfunstopper