The space between each honeycomb
Resting in your head
Rushing water
Quiet noise
Hums clicks vibrations
The lapping waves small and gray
Dry pain in my throat from yesterday
It's Tuesday
The smell of burnt polyester on your Wednesday shirt
It's Tuesday
Tiny crystals dust our heads
Every time we meet
Their perfect structures melt away
Cloud ocean the calm above
Wide open vast
Clear and feather soft
Dry pain in my throat from yesterday
It's Tuesday
The smell of burnt polyester on your Wednesday shirt
It's Tuesday
The force the life the magnitude
The delicate state
Keeps everything
Breathing
Keeps all things in orbit
Circling our flames
Today
Tiny crystals dust our heads
Every time we meet
Their perfect structures
Melt away
