Outside

Outside
Hear the insects breeding
Gas spheres ignite
Past an endless ceiling
What’s the pull when you’re post-everything?
Earthling wounded
The sun emerged from a fog
No more pollution
Your voice is soothing
Alive and lucid
Your fiery movements
Shared illusions
The soil loosens
The sky illumines
The quiet mood-shifts
Worthless ruminations
You must have been God
Wildfire
Hellfire
Feel my insides wringing
I walked outside
Past the dead end feeling
What’s the pull when you’re post-everything?