Defector

Slow wave goodbye Our space filled with buzzing flies Machines grow humane Hand over my name ("whoo") But you request that I sail tonight Like lovers in night air Disappear as another will Rise Night Flight Dry when you come in from the rain And all its smells of someone's Graceful wife You lie awake and think of days That once they came Would make her melt, I Say Don't Search my scattered gaze Rather, wander inner mazes and floods of birth Out of