Where do they go, when they leave my mind?

Fear Of The Unknown And The Blazing Sun - Colin Stetson



A graveyard of discarded dreams
All tangled up in midnight sheets.
The second side of a wilting leaf.
stuck.
in white waterfall foam
it  hits       all ofme           And Fragments
 inside                           And Disappears
                        And dies.
                    or
I don't know what.
but,
I'm sweaty.
And it's been a long month falling off cliffs.

image:Ingrid Hughes