film-nature shots

pu-u-u-u-u-u-ull
me away lay
me low scatter me
my seedy potential
too much sun too much
flood
and i will
gro-o-o-o-o-o-ow

bropocalypse

plank

i could stay
cling to-- illusion?
in a quivering limbo
thinking if only i could hold still
i could make things right

but what i need
maybe?
is to unravel
raise myself on my toes
and fall without looking
into all that there really is