These lungs are filled with water from the tide

And I watch them go by.

Can’t define a purpose
Our hands set adrift
Islands, cobwebs forming
Coalesce through the vapor
Some strange trembling gas
In sleep, I dream of houses in the sky
In the sky
And I watch them go by

Sleep the summer chill
And sheets of linen
Hush the scattered sound
Of time dispersing

“Something smells delicious.”


With you, Sunday never ends.

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