XVII

The sky was white                  A page to be filled
The horses that wonder who you are
Naïve melody                 Subtle manipulation
The truth completely mediocre
I mumble in my sleep, the game is over
The contours of a skull
and the open womb that is the water
My lack of patience for your impatience
Unclothed                  Misunderstanding mine
Layer upon layer until it is a song              A smile
Grand collapse or default behavior
The light really messing with my vision
My heart shines forward like a fist
A love changed                  I put my best dress on