The Earth has always had a planShe shifts continents like furniturestirs storms in her sleepstarts over when she feels like itShe doesn’t need permissionShe doesn’t need usNo, we didn’t cause all thisThe Earth has her own cyclesher own rhythmShe...

It remains so hard to then hedge,when you live here on the edge—live on the cusp of life and death,separated by only a single breath. Peering down from this height,within a dark and endless night—a never-ending sea of black ink,here,...