Our blood is equipped with spit and spirit
And it flows right into our splintered hearts
We are already shifting stratospheres
For there was a lonely place here
Even before the earth appeared, quite naked
We infiltrated the epicenter of the universe
Just to hear her whisper in the dark

Are you awake my love, because
A lady is any place with a river
And I have a shivering mind
That's only at home in the future

Are you awake my love
A lady is any place with a river
And I have a shivering mind
That's only at home in the forest
We must run for the sunlight is fading
I was amazed by the crazy and the cryptic
Until you deciphered the pied piper’s rhythms
And sent him packing again in his knickers
We are wrapped in sand yet can't understand
All these candid cancellations
In the middle of November
Remember the time you ran for president
I was expecting you back home before the world ended
Do you fancy a kiss in the darkness
We can always make use of this fireplace
It tastes like turmoil and thunder
And a sundry sauntering caper
Just waiting to properly happen

The projector is a woman
A human
A dreamer
Made out of jumper cables and breadcrumbs
Your thumbnails are tumbling
Head over heels to meet her
We see the sharpened glass
And as fast as we can cash out
We make a run for the patio
A ladder up the stairs
With hatred in our hands
And nothing left in our hearts to sell
We are accompanied by monkeys
And men in tuxedos
A loose cannon blooms
And shoots through the wall
A canopy collides
With a visually challenged individual
How are you so full of persuasion, she asks
A mix of liberation and a margarita
I am dreaming of the ocean
A perfect place to lie in the sun and dry off my shoulders
With common purpose
We surf the sound of metaphors crashing
In flashes of crayons
And wet paint sprayed haphazardly
We explain our philosophy to the gravediggers
We keep waking them
Until our hourglasses need fixing
We are shifting in our sandals
And refolding our blankets every hour
The old magic is tangled in your hair
And I just can't stop staring at you
Are you really even here
I hope you don’t mind
That the winter is alive with the sound of nature
We are naturally blinded by infrared romantics
Yet bound to find our souls in the middle
Our blood is equipped with spit and spirit
And it fits right into our heart
We are shifting stratospheres
For there was a lonely place here
Even before the earth appeared, forever naked
We are infiltrating the epicenter of the universe
A purposeless poem
Lost in the wind
Folded to begin with
Now we are unfolding
Opening
Unraveling, traveling
Our trembling fingers tenderly touch
Yet we must not rush
Or we're likely to make a mistake
We're better off avoiding

With golden thread
You mend the tears in my pockets
I am only allotted one item per day
So let's stay here until the stars fade away
And face the neverending promises
We laugh at memories of pain
Harboring no need for tragic romances
Or life's fragile remembrances
It's already exacerbated by boredom’s wastefulness
So we decline more license plates and credit cards
And instead compare our hearts to targets

Lost continents drift in reticent rhythms
Hymns and hallelujahs concentrate our fate
And grace is a space of indescribable harmony
We are learning to accept beauty
As the consequence of our thoughts
And actions
Attraction is unavoidable
And if our boredom suggests that something has become insoluble
At least it's still a problem that can be solved
With a little compassion for one's own brokenness

As fences are felons we take turns
Tearing them all to little pieces
Palaces fall in the morning
For they alert us of our tiny perspectives
We sell our breath to the haggard
The hecklers can take
These letters of recommendation to the grave with them
I would rather take you to bed with me
But you are not ready to let me
Imbibe that watery something yet
It's like honey without the bees or the bumbling
We are troubled by troops of covetous warriors
Awarding our appetites with only knives and comforters