i’ve found you, silhouette, bent, shrunken shriveled
but still, you never weave or bleed or feel regret
never seem to bend or wiggle
Out in the air
together in the breeze
sad songs just lap and tickle
smudges and blurs
bleed and twinkle
i’ll give, you burn a little
a little feed to feel a little
just take and take away a conscience
take away a forest of melody