I sleep
over there you wake
walk city streets.
We wait:
an inconclusive future
caught on the claws of fate
time swings by.
You’re the blue pen
I’m the red
its only words
that intercept the space
between us.
You sleep I wake,
across iron sky’s
stormy sea’s
where the dead shake
their fish filled heads
to tell us
we’ve only one chance
at this .
Advertisements
Should that line read ‘stormy seas’? I like the (dis)closure.