Okay, slide them on, slide on over here. Give me that. Yeah, that.
Not, unfortunately, good enough to last. Because what ever does? No one bothered talking
full sentences, left us with cavern shadow and the mouth light slightly out of reach.
Came and went, up and gone. My shine, my shine, my dearest dire lament.
Our bones decayed and decried, awaiting their carbon dates. Rocks seeped silence as the
great eyelid closed, and the cavern embraced us, until real sleep staggered in.
It might be longer than we planned when we first polished the shiny in our small hands.