Quarry
As you slept
I was thinking about the quarry,
about light going deeper
into earth, into rock, the hurt
of light hitting layers
that should be hidden,
that should be buried,
and how when it rained
for a long time that absence filled
with suffering, and we swam.
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ALTangel waiting at the bus stop will soon find that, freshly fallen from a higher dimension, it does not have any money for the fare, and its divine oddity will shock and blind the driver and passengers, but will not count towards any actual payment
the fucking zabuza fight/arc is actually so devastating i keep forgetting because it’s also really hilarious
