I, the swaying bridge
you were so eager to cross...

One. Two. Three. Four. I'm counting my steps out...

I am buoyancy bottled,
Folded and swallowed...

The belly of the sea lie cold and hungry,
until the creatures were fed to it's whaling...

The world swallows its short-term memory,
holding a breath in its weary chest...

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

Most truthful creatures known to man
Actively living love, not raising one hand...

--
there's a cast of words...

My thoughts are overripe apples,
falling down from a tree of...

-
attached...

There's a dim light on my bedside,
that dances quietly as I read myself to sleep...

,
long sanded arms ignited by pale light...