>>55674578
I will create you in an underground tunnel by forcing fourteen bad dreams into a knife snapped funnel.
Swimming.
Swimming until your bones are dry.
Until your face caves in from looking at the sky.
I will create you in an underground tunnel by forcing fourteen bad dreams into a knife snapped funnel.
I watched you give birth to the fountain.
You wove yourself into the sky.
I’ll hang myself on your mountain.
Send your tears out in high tide.
He put you on a pyre and sent you to the sky.
You’re his little smoke cloud.
Too many machines on boats to send me off to sleep.