Revolving stripes
close my eyes
The singer sings
in my headphones
going off
as a siren
sinking instead of
rising calm shores.
Reasonable cloud
don’t come down
No person is here
to feel that rain
Empty your mind
on different terrain
I am lost in this field
you are my
sense of direction
but I can’t float
out at heights that high.
Colors are refusing
their light
but I’m still here.
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