Into sleep. I recede. Every day. An opaque . Nostalgia. For depression. And other. Muddling things. But I can't sleep. The whole day. Through. Anymore. Tiredly waking up. In a tomorrow. Too late to really. Do anything
When even our core becomes sand After its followed the crust Mantle And land Then vibrates To the far reaches Would we be the first to go? Do we phase up or below? We'll be grains So what would that teach us?