running over sea less ocean
into you, hurtling into jigsaw dreams
meet the see saw ride


A tree grows from my wrist
You’re (more than) half my crazy day, every day

Reel plays on while doing other things
I walk in trenches full of dead soldiers

It has already happened
Too late


will you hold my hand, oh please?
I’m so afraid of the dark

there's a wicked radar filling the area
where my mind used to be

we are all made up of cells
these cells will join once more

into Mother Earth
who will accept us - when the time comes tapping


and have you been paying attention?
please, don't quit on dipping into the lake of dreams


....unraveling....//