A few days before the ice broke up
I lifted my head and looked into my brain.
The heat had risen so swiftly.
The coo coos could hardly sing.
I called and the wind came
From the mountains I would never visit.
Like a leaf I fell into myself,
Hoping to hide my yourself
But it was all a dream
Waiting to end so the day
Could make its beginning.
Aug 10, 2013
Aug 10, 2013 at 11:50 PM UTC
A few days before the ice broke up
I lifted my head and looked into my brain.
The heat had risen so swiftly.
The coo coos could hardly sing.
I called and the wind came
From the mountains I would never visit.
Like a leaf I fell into myself,
Hoping to hide my yourself
But it was all a dream
Waiting to end so the day
Could make its beginning.
I had surgery and this is what I wrote in my drug-fueled haze.
