That’s what what really held it all up

t hose trees , all that low hanging fruit,

and the beating sun

no more shade,

or tethering anything .

come back,

and that beating sun.

come back.

Stories are told quickly and mistakes are definitely made,

and I am always last on the scene, constantly.

The last one to the crash site.

The one to to the phenomenon.

I’ll still use the same channels and frequent the same channels.

The same faces of as all of those statues and scarabs ,

and dial the same numbers.

Those same soft numbers that we’ll never, ever forget.

Hoisted up with and by winches and propped as to be not understood all those these years later,

discovered, and buried,

discovered, then, buried.