the window opened
morning flew in
to be born again
the sun hangs
heavy like fruit
you make a sound
i care for your presence
you're never invisible
i hold you in my hands
i grip your kiss
my head swings
i look up
i drift
with the drifting wind
to get nowhere
here
now
let the birds dust
spread all over the close garden
i have joy in this design
like the joy of the blue skies
i am aimlessly humming
along with this vibration
i take my time
i've been drunk off of you for months
no escape
I invented the clock
it seems to go my way
i asked my day to be mingled with yours
your name is given over to pleasure
your quiet compliments keep me warm through the clear winter
head in the clouds
i am all over the heavens
scattering this feeling like rain
-BW
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