Bara
this world is a shoe box
which is why you don't fit
no matter how
i keep trying to close the lid
you stayed awake
to see us flock into crows
as we slept in the gaping halls
the cold floor was strangely warm
go back to where you can see the stars
write a letter to
tell me how luminous they are
and what a fool i am for bisecting this shoe box
with a sluice gate
which is why you don't fit
no matter how
i keep trying to close the lid
you stayed awake
to see us flock into crows
as we slept in the gaping halls
the cold floor was strangely warm
go back to where you can see the stars
write a letter to
tell me how luminous they are
and what a fool i am for bisecting this shoe box
with a sluice gate