My green silken river and two lights. I could almost touch the free walls. When we were evicted from the heavens,. Fast clouded-over bumbling eyes. Now peering out through a sinking.
It can't stop now. The signs keep changing on me. Like a shimmering bell. Long waves enveloping me. And my plastic mind,. So chewed and shrieking all the time.
I can still hear the reflections in the air. Feeding time. Either hemisphere if it's summer there. Seeking you, taking a dive,. Streets realigned. Ooh ooh ooh.
Sometimes the windows combine with the seams in a way. That twitches on a peak at the place where the spirit was slain. One foot leads to another. Night's for sleep, blue curtains, covers.