Summer breathes
a journey
as good as salt
to the gold center
we wait and watch
at the arms edge
as the earth
empties out
Life
in its own skin
Out of the midnight
we polish up the stars
and dance together
Random syllables of sanity from my subterranean barometric life
Summer breathes
a journey
as good as salt
to the gold center
we wait and watch
at the arms edge
as the earth
empties out
Life
in its own skin
Out of the midnight
we polish up the stars
and dance together