Water changes to ice and back again
while I sleep.
The heat of a thousand summers
Does not tickle my slow thoughts;
A train of laughing insects, fleeing birds from north to south,
takes no notice of me.
Colored lights flower and die
around the bulb of my incarceration.
Dreams pass.
while I sleep.
The heat of a thousand summers
Does not tickle my slow thoughts;
A train of laughing insects, fleeing birds from north to south,
takes no notice of me.
Colored lights flower and die
around the bulb of my incarceration.
Dreams pass.
