Bone-backed

bone-backed. Racing my heart—racing thoughts of clearness and
complicated karma. Good karma. You’re the best karma I’ve ever had.
There, I said it. Dharma done. Atman clean. My soul lacks you I
need your stars to crash into me Light me up I’m a building. I’m-a
building. I’m-a building up to something, trying to tell you
Somewhere— I think you’re beautiful. I think you’re beautiful.
                           You’re
a different poem every day.