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memory makes me desperate for words
a description
to build a snapshot of steel
that i may keep in my pocket
of you asleep and holding me
in that babyfatgrayhaze of morn
just before the day
before the sun and before there are cars on the road
within the momentary quiet of a stumbling house
you breathe slumberdeep as if the oxygen will escape you
as if it wishes to steal away....wayward rebel air
and i can see it now
revelling in it's new-found freedom as part of the wind
sailing across quaking water
whistling through caves
cradling each blade of unruly grass and mottledbrown fieldmouse
in an overgrown pasture
nothing to do
but kiss a pair of torpid lids
and relinquish consciousness
to somadream holiday
a description
to build a snapshot of steel
that i may keep in my pocket
of you asleep and holding me
in that babyfatgrayhaze of morn
just before the day
before the sun and before there are cars on the road
within the momentary quiet of a stumbling house
you breathe slumberdeep as if the oxygen will escape you
as if it wishes to steal away....wayward rebel air
and i can see it now
revelling in it's new-found freedom as part of the wind
sailing across quaking water
whistling through caves
cradling each blade of unruly grass and mottledbrown fieldmouse
in an overgrown pasture
nothing to do
but kiss a pair of torpid lids
and relinquish consciousness
to somadream holiday