I have one final request
Give me the moon for an epitaph
Be it my cascade that reads:
”A change of tide is never to far behind or far ahead”
I remember waking up
I don’t remember how I got
Here the weight of space and time
Pulls at my neck
I grew fond of broad daylight
I’m not sure what fondness stands
For because each and every night
Darkness and I must share a bed
So, it goes when I was young I wrote with wisps of clouds
”You ask of me be the sun and die with every dusk”
I have one final request
Give me the moon for an epitaph
Be it my cascade that reads:
”A change of tide is never to far behind or far ahead”
The streets hung over my shoulder
I was to carry them over and over
Over and over, each time
They broke my back
No, this isn’t volunteer work
It’s not what I’m up against
This is life and life is being cloaked
Stripped, and cloaked again
So, it goes when I was young I wrote with wisps of clouds
”You ask of me be the sun and die a thousand deaths”
I have one final request
Give me the moon for an epitaph
Be it my cascade that reads:
”A change of tide is never to far behind or far ahead”