#364 everything to come
b'everything in its place\\nevery nothing in its nowhere\\nfrom nothing sprouts green\\nagain in everywhere\\nthere is void\\n\\nour hearts sutras beating\\nout form and nothingness our\\nunfortunate heads lost in\\nclouds formerly pieces\\nof oceans\\n\\nwe are of each other\\nand for each other\\nour blood the roads\\nof antiquity the spirals of\\neverything to come\\n\\nwhy am i crying i still have\\ntomorrow but i hate calendars\\nnow i understand what that\\nall means and i\\u2019m sorry i\\nmade you to die\\n\\nwe are of each other\\nand for each other\\nour blood the roads\\nof antiquity the spirals of\\neverything to come\\n\\nand i\\u2019m sorry i\\nmade you to die\\n\\nepw 4.18.08 perrysburg, oh'