from the sun. Don’t expect me
to be warm. It's cold here on earth. All
the men wear masks. They don't
ask "how do you do". I can't see
their smiles. Their bodies skew.

I’m a million miles away
in my thoughts. Don’t expect
to find me. I’m lost in a reverie of
azure skies and crystal foam seas
of aqua green. I don't like
all I've seen.

I'm a million miles away
from this place. I can't face
another day living in the shadows,
hanging as a silhouette on
the wall. The red, white, and blue
has mixed to purple. Somebody broke
the circle that joined us all.