Rein of clouds and sky, ready to rupture, possessing me with your dew
shuddering my spine, sticking the very burn to my lips, crisp air, changing
head spinning off the tops of the gate posts like a cat crossing, misadventures, purrs, purrs
fleeting thought experiments and delicious sentiment, peering through display windows and seeing the tiny universe expand, dreary delight of my God!
wherein, you perplex me, wherout, you make no sense
even still, persist, do you not, my sense, the reality, foaming at my nostrils, the feeling
hungry for flight, uncontrollable dreaming take off above the city when I am lucid and hearing to take control! Too much, approaching the wave with too much strength
Tell me, in which direction do I go?