Gaze over the bay and
recline with me.
Appreciate the beautiful trees that ebb and flow in the wind,
join them and become one with the flag on the breeze.
Don't mind the intruders.
There is juxtaposition with
the two red satellite beasts.
The bay is waging war with technological innovation in the twilight before dawn.
The towers are malignant tumors.
There can be no explanation...
Speak on things far deeper than the common vernacular.
Externalize your feelings, internalize the images, worship the stars.
I have a sheet, and an uncomfortable bed, but I need you to listen,
for a while longer yet...