Eyes are dangling about in the sil… a slender night, forcing its pupils to dilate at th… Eyes are tied to the void outside… luring an innocent pitch black sky

The soil digs a pit for us, When the feet begin to stray; And lungs smell the golden rust, a little more black than grey. Buried beneath voices barren,

City, Light, Wet, Posts, Fight Rain, Streets, Puddle, Smoke, Sk… Black, Green, Red, Blinding!,Nig… Air, Men, Chuckle, Phone, Cry Walk, Line, Noise, Gaze, Claustr…

My vessel is graced with the uglin… Yet I am made of little becomings… a collection of all my beings, bou… like a mesmerizing cloud of dust. Come, old me,

Just weeks, days of none. faint.rich.calm.awry. Desire for all the unalikes, however, a desire that feels too w… weightless and heavy;

The most familiar name of all I k… even the little ones could tell A name that’s heard like a lullaby… and to my bothered nights; a cradl… My countenance lights up

I am a cloud and I carry my rain. If it gets too heavy, I’d have to… It’s fortunate to find somewhere t… cradled to sleep 'til it all goes… soft sky; a diamond in the air;