I'm waiting,
it's a chase.

Bannister glass and ceiling -
A never ending skylight
- a breeze

I am slouched over leaning,
hips placate different scenes
While touch point has a feeling
it's the rounded point I mean

When all this ends, which it won't
and the marble fountain stops
When I return to sheets of sod, aluminum shields and lava rocks
I want to still see the elsewhere that I felt when I felt free
No cold no stung indigent fight with a textbook, of my teens

Angst is cut and hovering I
just don't know how to say no
As a bright green nest for all cigarettes
I don't know if it's For letting go.