conversations of

some deep where

i am a cloud

i'm wired

i saw you

collapsing skies

so perfectly

sometimes when

when i am

today i'm questioning

shifting within

ten baby

a sunday morning

the sun is

a pale fragrance

opening a single

i am laughing

this ribbon day

sometimes i'm a child

i believe in

am i here

mary's in the

maybe we swim

i am so

i think that

i'm sipping

the cells inside

 

memories like seagulls

cells explode

a cold toe

did you see me

if i am the daughter

slowly slowly

now i sit in reverie

i walk the fractal

i swing between

hello little flutter

a paper rose

he told me i was

i woke up

i do not drink

we moan to tunes

hand by wind

 

 

meet me inside