In the night,
Churned metal and motors
Give way to the corn -
Flies hum in the gloam,
- Their glowing bodies float high.
Thoughts swim through dark pools.
Eyes, wide at the unseen.
My fight, doused in doxepine,
Rides waves to dancing shores.

Flies hum in the gloam
- their glowing bodies
float up high.
Thoughts swim through dark pools,
as my eyes stare wide at the unseen.
My fight
doused in doxepine,
rides waves to dancing shores.