The gravitational pull of the moon
Causes the waves to reach out to the stars
Your wind

I'm waves
Friction in retrograde neurotransmission
Life is like a documentary.

A cedar leaf on the pillow of a snail
Ideas in space
A UV filter.

In this story I always wind up alone
Replay after repeat
Repeat after pause
I cannot slow it down
Shut it off
Or turn the channel
It plays over and over again
Players never different
Mood constantly changing
The end always the same.

Leaving you is worse than death,
my warm bed.

A piece of my heart runs the earth
True South, wild and free.
Eyes like a tree
Rooted in dirt.