I wondered,
Dripping,
Where my mother
May be /maybe/

(Fog horn)

I wondered where
The crash of my
Armor may fall,
Kaleidoscopic limits

(Aurora spilling)

why do I wish
This upon myself?
A sinner?
My bunk, open up

(Shifting weight)

Dripping grain,
I am a fool,
a long way from home,
One I never had

(Acoustic hum)

Evening mists
Settles into day,
A miserable man,
Summer, tunnels

(Silence)

I cling hard to the
Feeling of being alive,
My skin brushed,
Maybe this is all there is
See Red, Blind Green
maybe I was never meant to heal,
never meant to show you how much I wanted to,
heeled over
kneeling
toes down
face up,
it rained all
night,
dawn came fast
my words were slow,
thoughtful
thinking of you
i wondered how much i would make
if i fell, low enough for you to see

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