ur body is not ur temple

in the

sky you

are the

wretched

man of

earth and

fire

wrecked

by Man

allegedly

wrecked in

the head

by evil

and crushed

into dust

you must

make

yourself

up again

my love

form something

not from

the inside

or out

touch grass

or plant

a garden

you choose

to leave

it all

behind

in the cracks

where light

won’t enter

and madness

grows i

feel sorry

for your

unrealized

beauty

it’s okay

to know

ur place

man

the stars

will still

burn and

we’ll

all be

better

for it