
We walk through the clouds
Talking about what is past
Moving to future
We walk through the clouds
Talking about what is past
Moving to future
The red queen problem
Isn’t that you run in place
It’s someone else runs.
From this spot it feelsLike the sea is infinite.Like the sea is life.
Living there is not
life here. We must choose a place.
Give up to get us.
Here you only hear
wind from this proud city of
cries, screams, shouts, and wails.
Butter slides slowlyAcross my morning flapjackGolden as the sun
Climb above the clouds
The moon can no longer hide
We hide together.
The waves here are slow
Constant like my tireless heart
After a dark night