bipolar bearings

red, uncovered white as a lie, the lid was made of a solid-looking sort of air.
we headed north and he lost his glitter under the snow.
putting the blame on too frail a pair of shoulders.
your bloom should come up right now, before religions get a hold.
in a place with less gravity, the sounds will have a longer repercussion.
but it will not change a thing to the tune you’ll hear.
dance and dance and dance to the beat of your tachycardia.
i can inhale your death.