Time after

There are mountains,

Deep seas, dried fountains

The steps across the ocean floor

And every day another door

That closes while a window opens

To release three birds. It makes no sense

To traverse the woods of fallen trees

Or to try to break the gentle leash

That ties us to this barren earth

So drown your sorrows in chemical mirth

Or polish your little shoes with some of the acidity

That falls. And wear what's threadbare specifically

Release identity, forget the names of enemies

Settling and moving, making songs and cages

To imprison and to release the birds into the sun that rages

Under a yellow shroud, through quivered halo of undying heat

This is the place where the unspoken dreams and nightmares finally meet