Six

Telling night-dreams like I wasn't there

This time we say goodbye in a strange light

There is squinting & hats

This time I'm crying: Don't cure my fear of thunder.

Five

We can be like pillows of sand happiness

Dancing and moving retired monsters

Dunes through your daily motion

But only if you wanted

Four

crashing now
it's harder than then
cut crosses and hypens

& whisper into mine
they're both the same
the insides the insides

birds and birds
we are wires and
our collapse

tarmac running
three in a field