does a lion lie do lies settle here, beneath these sheets in these nested enclosures, i've found myself strewn upon? or corridors, from i to places never invented? or just clusters of stars, too distant seven things from wherever i found myself, burnt oceans into sand; or what breathing was, two glimmering points. or emptiness? there you were, a sign of rehearsal, pulling life down, on trails hung or omen, or, in perfect lines from just kind of nothing each &every; spark in the sky at all. nine. sharp. am i always just this unmotivated?
do i truly perceive the embedding nothingness does this get from life, or just in dream still? any easier?
i'd rather find myself at the bottom of the ocean, some days, i guess. sorry.
"i had a dream you picked up your feet and walked on over to me i had a dream i finished those songs i gave up on it doesnβt seem fair to be alone in the spring air but i added the numbers from those long ****** up summers and i found myself there with you.."