Attachment hung a long drawn sick song one in a thousand miles apart from anything or one and sung it's morning song into view like eyes on sticks like scanning tubes long fragile optics I turn pale to see you squint the other end as

We stand here blank as two blank walls where there's only blank walls

Nothing much in rebirth not a cloud to wash the sick repetition down the drainpipe or at least to wet the tiles

I long to leave this pink husk that flickers among the grasses

I lean my head on an interior wall barely stop short of crossing my skull against yours in the interest of caving them inside only for the scare of being sometime talked about

I pasted eyes on a face over opening space so long to shout her

Is this how you imagined life no but I never imagined it any other way either