Days rise and billow over our heads, blanketing us...
Sunrise reflects our redemption across these waves...

I am buoyancy bottled,
Folded and swallowed...

The morning tastes stale in my mouth as I inhale,
Slowly opening my weary eyes to the new world...

,
we slept in the dusty corners of ourselves...

Tread softly,
Tread carefully...

Last night our poet chastised me with his...
while the stars passed over my skin in whispers...

Sunlight punctures the still silent air,
chalky as it swirls around your dresser...

Let not winter's hideous hand deface
With back-wards ebb sweet summer's memory...

Seconds from the end, fleshing out hurricanes,
The world gasps as she starts to tumble...

-
words...

,
making change at a jilted telephone booth...

Spon(com)tan(bust)eou(ion)s!
it tauntsthe speAker in sLow...