everyone I love is sleeping and I love them so so much

after all this time, Beirut

to die on any hill (if it's easy enough to climb)

wooden giants and mechanical birds

in dandelion fields

of the always puzzle of living and doing

for now we leave the sky to the tyrants, and dig

everyone i love is sleeping and i love them so so much

the familiar scenography of electrons waltzing across the screen in your peripheral vision, you avoid its gaze like a tired husband you have outgrown

there are glorious labyrinths in the ground for those with the claws to find them

you saw what you were looking at and you touched what you were touching

sounds from home