just a little bit of glory in the sunset, over soon
somewhere past the train tracks
i rest in grassy dunes
slipping in to half-sleep
and slipping into you.
The quiet lies - we don't need to talk about it anymore Don't need to figure out the truth Don't need to look inside our heads and in our hearts…
I was wrong.
Everytime someone died. color and breath, the fast unfurl of carbon away from death plants that rise and grow, strange citybomb beneath…