To look towards the past with neither attachment nor aversion.  To look towards the past with remorse, free from distraction.  Simply, to accept the past and carry.

The broken take refuge in soft lips.  Where astrology is no more precognitive than absorbing the heavens at night.  Where the sun dyes your skin and heals your wounds.  Where everything falls together and the past is but a stain

Turn to arms will you lift the ground?  When your head is on backwards where do you see?  You can’t drop your past without digging a hole.  The sky opens up and my pulse drops.  Always plummet when I see your rain