the cut-off, the dying day
the dog in the alley that lost itself
kids these days got fire to them, got fire
wound up in their eyes sure do

all the wind i see in colors
little black and blue butterflies convening, willow trees sprawled out above the brook casting shadows
underneath them
i undress my mind
to the rhythms of the earth
and dancing off my skin goes
all the light/the light/the light
that skips your eyes

you?
your nothing
to me
at this moment.
i pick you
off
my sleeve.