LXII.

awake, awake, awake
alive, alive, alive

i watch the gray sun rise as i lie in bed
because there's no rest for my lungs or my head

and we have thoughts when it's like this,
you and i.
i know you.

i do.
at sunset, as i look off the coast of this planet
to see the rest of them tilting in time
past the window in the forest where we watched cars pass
distant,
like the world

heart keeps beating,
muscles keep moving
and we get out of bed.

how much
of this life
is art.

we have thoughts when it's like this,
you and i.