crosshatched bug eyes bulging? oh these are mine    
    
    am I doomed to repeat this park? Am i doomed to walk the path that is The Path of The Park? Til my wings are shriveled and grey?
    the weather whites itself out. if you go far enough out to get to where here is. Australis land's burried in Australis air. 
    Churning and thicker-than. I can't see my little moth feelers for coming off my head. I can't feel them either, in all this cold beyond
    
    cold.
    
    I wonder if they're out here. I can't help but doubt it, the doubting comes easy here, from myriad sources, all corners and loose skin. 
    from the places out the stretched squirming skin of this crying body I wear.
    "No wings for it."
    , sorry i am out of sort s....