Cerro de la Estrella, CDMX
About a comet,

To see falling stars,
find scenic height,
the kind where you arrive out of breath; where streets change names and cars change shape;
where a beast births lights, and devours skies, we must catch height;
so high.

If you wanna see me,
find scenic love,
the kind where you fall in, crash in
with you, me, us; love us,
until truth catches its breath. All in one motion,
a city will eat you alive; until you stand,
watching how darkness webs before it glows. It blooms. It breaths.

Generations,
'til you realize. Only 1/2-one clarity leaves you chewing on gums like you never been scared before.
bleeding 'til you focus for the ride home.
If you just focus, focus;
pocus. Make it.