The Loon

Your world's not like mine, though my eyes are yours

You've fallen faster, too low, too high

It's a wonder you make it back

I guess there's enough in the breaths you track

You're only as whole as you are now

It's only your endorphins that go wild

Impatient sus

Never is it, not when in lust

Push brain past ice

Short mouth, long, long spine you were

The loon's a gateaway from the nose

A two-time jugular, spots draw close

Skin drained and walked up the line

Ancient breaths, rings of fire and time

So shallow and narrow

Wasting feet away from the love

That burns and burns inside of us