- And I'll just read a couple more.
The next one, the title is in Latin,
means fear of empty space.
Actually no, I'm not going with that one,
j/k I'm gonna read some, this one is even newer.
This is very new so I'm going to share this one with you.
"Emergency Management".
The sun eats away at the Earth, or the Earth
eats away at itself and burning up, I sip at punch.
So well practiced at this living.
I have a way of seeing things as they are: it's history
that's done this to me.
It's the year I'm told my body will turn rotten, my money
talks but not enough, I feel my body turn against me.
Some days I want to spit me out, the whole mess of me,
but mostly I am good and quiet.
How much silence buys me mercy, how much silence covers all
the lives it takes to make me.
In the event of every day and its newness of disaster,
find me stunning on the rooftop, please
don't ask anything of me.
If I could be anything I would be the wind.
If I could be nothing I would be.