sleepy stretching, currently
watch the opposition beneath
pack your bag with rotten stars
see the nova running, lost

perpetual wall in front of us
territory lines sense us
each line senses us
if you go, go in peace

your palm's a dam, I crave it
it flickers the sun, my part's a scarlet letter
see from above and soak your palms and
you'll settle on a sticking thing

it reminds of the perpetual wall
in front of us, a howling
I failed to bring up each past mistake
it's the nagging that compels desire
so be, so be, you're the blatant key

-c.j.