Between days
Plumbing wells
Building ruins
Inner hells
Spitting stars
And all is sky
Tomorrow, the moon
Now a far frozen time
Transition
Whale-blue dreams
The slow-motion chase
Bones on the beach
Things I�ve become
Sirens whale blue
The painful burden
Of nothing to do
What�s going on
Nothing much
The cynicism
Of this meager touch
A crucible
For distant ennui
Obsessed with your
Everyday irony