(no subject)
midday feels contrived
longing for more than sun
when one moon is too few
life size spiraling out
one shell for the next
in a pit underground you'll dig
where will you buy it
in this hole, on some surface
in the evening even more
reaching for the stars
when one becomes not enough
longing for more than sun
when one moon is too few
life size spiraling out
one shell for the next
in a pit underground you'll dig
where will you buy it
in this hole, on some surface
in the evening even more
reaching for the stars
when one becomes not enough