They come in their hundreds of thousands,
floating magic carpets over our seas,
drowning, crawling up cruel sands,
bringing raw life, fuelling unease.

Salt for our wounds.
Tonic for our lethargies,
exorcizing the liturgy of myths.
Earth's orary grinds on.

We were on the curb and
    Our toes were numb
You talked about impossibility and I was too loud
            (It was dark and the neighbors could hear)
Your lips looked softer in headlights
     And artificial electricity
I tried not to stare because if I looked too closely
I could see you
You took the eyes on your fingertips
       And saw up my sweater
And my palms inhaled your cologne
             (The gravity of familiarity)
I felt like a silhouette on the concrete
My head was underwater and your body was a few
      Inches about the surface
I could almost feel you
We left our shadows behind a parked car
    And you left an imprint in my mouth
I can still taste you under my tongue if I think about it
Move off that street
            I think they knew and it screams of metal

Unbeknownst to me,
I was conditioned with unease.
Unbeknownst to me,
the lies could encapsulate everything.
Unbeknownst to me,
the unrest would result in unease.
Unbeknownst to me,
this caused me to expect the worst in the best of things.

River river,
Sway way
Effortlessly elegant,
From far away,
What do you seek
To see a new day?
Keep on moving
Even when the sky is grey
I envy you river,
So cool and calm
Unlike my heart,
For it can't move on
What is left once he is gone

relentlessly tapping along to my thoughts,
desperate to drown out the silence overtaking.

We beach walked at night,
Invisible waves knocking,
  .  .  .  Driftwood under soles.

Many things go unsaid,
Windy autumn leaves fallen,
  .  .  .  Naked branch and crow.

Sun falls, moon rising  .  .  .
Crows splattering throught day,
  .  .  .  Two pieces of night.