When the owl breaks the light beam in
A nights dream ride. am i seeing in slow,
Am i driving too fast for the sound to
Finally break past time spent following
Straight lines to death.
Behind my eyes in a parallel sky she
Belongs in the shapes in the clouds try
To take me to the grounded ones
Skyward there's a fog that casts a
Planetary haze to hide the white lined
Aggression in our eyes.
In a season of collapsed lungs, there's
A dark holiday and we are following
Straight lines to death.
