wax fortress by model home

the end of your
false strength
waxy impressions of
what you believed

keep going on and on

what you were willing

to give
all you have
all you had

the moment

your reflection in a trench
pregnant with futures

so gorgeous
too wild to hold
down

seen the signs
bifocal visions shattered
all the continents and craters

the dead moon
and the live earth
the window and the body
which
one to be on

who did who
what
It's all worth
soon to be

never stop
our time spinning
whatever you'd make it to be
what benefits right now

nothing to you
deep in the whole

but for tmrw
gone just like dust