in crispy cold, the wafer moon flies

there's a loneliness that backhands this repeating demise

all the stars around me seem as pores to the sky

and my pores breathe them in like millions of eyes


wind whispering warm on my clumsy body and face

ringlets of hair tickle my arms stretched to outer space

I wiggle my toes in cool crystal sand

my lap is your pillow, the sea our friend


but time takes its toll as it slowly unfolds

"happiness isn't real" or so I am told

fear likes to entwine itself in my mind

laughing as I leave this whole world behind


out through my arteries and in through my veins

all of me knows, yet I can't explain

my strong imagination weaves this loom of cold and warm

creating loss of real life, combining worlds in a storm


so, desperate to break from a shrinking normality

I stumble my way to imagined reality

where smiles stay, but I'm still far away

choking on freedom in the land of Okay.


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