AWait The Wave
I.
You know nothing about the bread i eat. Stay the same,
second hand. Do not wink at me, though. Stay the same
way you cause my pause to turn around in two minute backdown.
Timing. A whisper is the time. The star. Never is blue a star.
Only the second tells. I am not asking. The wave comes.
Hide.
II.
Dead scales. A root. Hung are their eyes upon the walls, walls, walls.
Red thing about us is distance. Where now when you can never sling
out a coin like a boomerang? Please die, please die and let your mist
fill the empty.
You know nothing about the bread i eat. Stay the same,
second hand. Do not wink at me, though. Stay the same
way you cause my pause to turn around in two minute backdown.
Timing. A whisper is the time. The star. Never is blue a star.
Only the second tells. I am not asking. The wave comes.
Hide.
II.
Dead scales. A root. Hung are their eyes upon the walls, walls, walls.
Red thing about us is distance. Where now when you can never sling
out a coin like a boomerang? Please die, please die and let your mist
fill the empty.
