The fall, o o
Sleeping with the dictionary
Then the snow, o
Falls like pages
If i could if i would if you asked me any questions
Blooming from my head the sun with its dry definition
Even so, o o
The world i know is full of holes
We woke, o o
In an ocean on the tv
Walked slow, o
Across the papery sand
Melting through, wet feet glued
Faces locked in two dimensions
Bound up by 4 sides of our conceits & self-inventions
Even so
The world i know is full of holes
The world i know is full of cracks
& that's where my beloveds go
Dangling their paperbacks