through the glass
What
dreams
float into
this night
my gaping innards
the stabs
of inertia
missing
breath
from
sustained
pressure
sick
from
high things said
let me
Fall
off this
place into
elsewhere
What
dreams
float into
this night
my gaping innards
the stabs
of inertia
missing
breath
from
sustained
pressure
sick
from
high things said
let me
Fall
off this
place into
elsewhere