we must have misunderstood the order of things.

when i open my eye, you look at me. when you lace your shoes, i am speechless.

i stumble over commas as over coiled wires. their balancing act
startles me.

now that i've begun this sentence, i am terrified of coming to its end. and it does. over.

over. over. what is over, bridges. over here. it opens. survival.

the so-called celestial bodies stare at us with the knowledge of a world before our birth.

we always live at the end of our lives. always at the tip. it is unbearable. some are crushed by the weight of this end, dead, pending.