we all know that shelter is in the speed of light
so when you read your thousandth eulogy, ignore those
               aftershocks in your mind – your hands, they’ll
                                                 hold other hands forever & throw their own
                                                  sand in the air (a different season every time)
“welcome forget, forgive has already left..”

paralyzing highs & my eyes, they’ll realize (again) that
time stood still for far too long
                                       these rooftops where I left my belongings,
                                       some change for a thrilling night & maybe even
                                       a moment of daytime paradise to send off
this pair of dying “I’s”: so close to freedom

(I bet you I can scream at the shore from here..)