I am a point in the sky
A star in a
She exits her gold chariot
One pump at a time
Cloaked in
It starts with a canvas
A starchy, blinding white
Then comes the
I've got shovels for my hands
Anchors for my legs
Wings jut
I wake my greedy eyes
From a night spent dreaming
Ambitiously, cost-effectively
The busy streets
And the even busier
Patrons and vehicles
Argue my elusive
I'm a new drug trafficking my way
Through far and distant
I followed every single step
Listed in didactic manuals
I sat up
Consider this your fair warning
There's no turning back now
You're leaving
I've woken again in an ocean of salt
Drenched from recurring
Dreams
I feel your heartbeat
Your pasty hands shake
I'll be every breath
Your