See
Underground anger breaks a surface,
sulphuric bubbles bursting air to a calming wake,
background dream crashes a car and wants to fuck you really bad through grief and rage,
different scores settle off target misdirections.
Your written intentions reflect and tear,
journeys of comfort and tears.
A song with someone to touch you just so, to see you.
Moonset glide across morning winter sky,
streetlight pollutant bleed fade out, one by one from shadows.
Clean, silver grey, birdsong determination calls an early dawn in relentless,
inevitable comfort of a new day.
