we were both in search of a
h-heart b-beat (h-heart b-beat)
in the suffocating safety
beneath our comforter

that warm, gentle hum
before we are born again
our heads surfacing
when we can no longer breathe

did we really breathe, though?
what were we battling, even?
what is the prize
for a war on dreaming?

maybe just rest
finally

i guess, yeah

rest