Looking out
from this milky sprout
of the gloom
for/ the whole deserted
celestial cluster
our womb

i came out
from this crooked town
same old loam
it was late July
signs of forced goodbyes
in these runes

we’ll go away
not today but
it will go away
I wished it was today
but not today

sanctuary
the pale fatality
the silk
for we’ll get by
as the tide’s obliged
they will too

none will glance
in the silent dance
of the moon
lonely skies
they know how to dive
we’ll come too

we’ll go away
not today but
it will go away
I wished it was today
but not today

for we depend
on the sole command
of the moon
last goodbyes
on your glass lit eyes
just too soon

we’ll go away
not today but
it will go away
I wished it was today
but not today