DEIMOS
the ocean does not apologize for its depth
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
He mustered another laugh, in full agreement with hidden and tucked away things. “Well, when we go, we can spend some extra time exploring.” Looking around, gawking, and gaping had been the plan with every amount of trepidation steeling him forward, unaware that pending events would lead him down other roads of opportunity and pummeling.
Righting the chunk that had fallen off his foolish and makeshift spire, he loosened another long breath from his chest. Cards might not have predicted the future, but he also didn’t want to hang all his notions upon a couple of turned over papers. “Introspection?” he countered with a wry look, brow arching, one understandably for that – his silence often spoke volumes, too deep and immersed in thought and calculations. “All right,” he entertained her, shaking his head all the while. “Do your worst.” If anything, he’d humor her.
Righting the chunk that had fallen off his foolish and makeshift spire, he loosened another long breath from his chest. Cards might not have predicted the future, but he also didn’t want to hang all his notions upon a couple of turned over papers. “Introspection?” he countered with a wry look, brow arching, one understandably for that – his silence often spoke volumes, too deep and immersed in thought and calculations. “All right,” he entertained her, shaking his head all the while. “Do your worst.” If anything, he’d humor her.
for the space they take
and so, neither shall I
and so, neither shall I
