We take our tails over the  trees Free the seas of blessings in we We are kids— we are pissed— Sometimes, we are kissed   Out of boredom drains our blood in rains Can’t kill the swash before the sea Rather would we kick the…

I reflect in a cracking sac cloth The mirror is me Embers hook my feet in the dew at midnight O’ i feel me in two’s and three’s   It’s not me I see by this cloth of darkness   The night is a battle…