[Poems]

[Just Another Branch]

Slick plastic bombastic fantastic gotta have it ...

Benefit of the Meta-Doubt
The Novelty of the Unintended
Compulsory Love
Not Usually
Very Often ...

I'm Galactic Prime, number-ornate ...

They sigh while sitting down, the weight of all the lives we lead ...

Our species is a young one and the future's worth investing ...

Joints they creak reminding ...

Who are we gathered standing here ...

Everything familiar to this one isn’t now ...

There’s hardness in my gaze sometimes ...

It's said there is no destination, only journey ...