seats in the air

repose and furious barking fountain
when can i control
what i've said

this is the wooden floor
of a house
bleak corridors painted
to match my indifference.

i hope to keep it quiet here,
think of padding the walls

foundation of light
world that i touched
parched patterns,
the fraying of daydreams
spinning empires shuffle
and a world full of collapsing
lungs...

all at once.

puffing out our chests again,
pulling power back in.
airing out indifference,
tried testaments of sand and salt, suppers and kisses.
more originals
and the heartache of resounding realization... revealed reflection
another night in my skin armor.
trust of days
trust of sun
trust i'll awaken again
beneath this world
seeing into the next one.