It clouds up
Like blood in the dust
Clotted as the night's promise
Most days, I forget
These stolen moments
Under a waning sun
Lying in wait
They float up like
Bones from the sea
Old molds
Dying in a reverie
Sometimes in the clear light
I become untied
The earth dives into the sun's fire
The horizon folds
Torn and
Jutting out
I'll rise up
Like the earth's crust
Most days, I forget
The cause of my regrets
Under the waning sun
Lying in wait
Sometimes in the clear light
I become untied
The earth dives into the sun's fire
The horizon folds
