(it) Cools the nape, I’m bothered
A loose delay
Then blushered
Not the way
I wanted to behave. Count the days
And keel over
If you be the canyon, I’ll be the landing. I won’t ask more. You’ll be the canyon, crass from camping, coursing dust, looming us
You’ll be the canyon, I’ll be the landing. Land on all fours. Recall –
If you’ll be the canyon, I’ll stick standing, I won’t last long before...
Some left, some drowned, some can’t trace the hours. Coalesce, bring about, night Floats in your house
Be set, be crowned