If I’m to be candid, the sun just isn’t as luminous as it once was
And once something dims, like a light bulb, it only gets worse until
No light
I got maps on my goddamn arms
Yes, I intend to prevail
One day, I suppose
I can’t help but appreciate that infinite blackness
That cold, opaque emptiness
Once acquitted what do you do
You just go back to the fucking universe
That’s what you do
So…the scars, you want to know about them?
Memos to slash deeper next time
John Putignano 