I am lying about birds
Same the grass like fingers
The clouds are not perfect
Only chemical images
Of tables and chairs and normal living things
Mountain dagger
I picked up and cut the vines with
Shadows are cut from scissors
And
      Silently placed upon the floor
Dreamed up in ashes
And mixed with water
          On old China dishes
Tables snapped and spat on
Nighttime took my soul
And spread it on the sea
Where its cursed eternal
Locked in chaotic storms
Lighting that split
Directly outside your window
And in that moment you saw the bright glow
When you know about fear
Echoes are never friendly
Titanic split silences
Beds are a safer place sometimes
While other times its hell
So i wrapped a bit of tree bark
Once cooked by lightning
And a clover crushed swallowed
Dreams are beautiful places on the back of my mind