Sometimes I drown in soaked suns

Shading the electricity lines from flowing

(Veins should be popping by now)

I'm resting in solitary

Black and brown miring my blood lungs

(I tell them I don't want to leave)

Four. When I can't breathe

I am resting at Earth's feet

(Hummingbird's stop pecking)

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I am watering the sun

Halting handles from cycling round again

(Never have I been still)



When I am gone

I am not lost

(Don't come to find me)

— Fun to be ash in the World's dust