Your receding gums
Going away
There's Fate in them
Sol sett'ling souls
Horizon run to catch
Never to be received
Ours is the footrace
Receding from Selves
ILM people, picture-bled
Editing the herd
In rushes
With Eternity
My receding, your receding
Bled moments, dried
They Don't Exist
There's Fate in that
