I spent a week walking Tracing thoughts across the floor Marking time In measured pace I spent a day thinking Drifting off into fluffy clouds Carried by trade winds To the next island
Digital canvas, Dedicating time to write; This one is for you.
It had spikes That much I can remember Speared rosetips The oceanic defense Sometimes turning over Pressing against my ear I could listen in Quieting my breath Before going under
long after human plight is washed away by arrows' time by ways and means incomprehensible forces remain alive swallowing shiny pulsars by stringing them down to noodles using every gravitational force imaginable to contain the boundless vacuum for nowwe shutter against the solstice gathering our own against the changing times
Living alarm-clocks, Purring the seconds away; Returns to slumber.