i have been shape shifting.a lot.
into somewhere else.
space shifting.
**
can i be rocked into sleep
in the roses beneath your feet
can i be sung away to dreams
by the music of your breathing
to fill your breast against my chest
as the mountains break and crest
i won't mind the quaking earth
or the echoes of a crumbling universe
oh
passing afternoon trains
ticking rails hurt my brain
so i crawl under the leaves
or nest amongst your eaves
to listen to your lips
capture me frozen motion clips
as the fingers play the spine
melodies softened by rhyme
i hear them
oh
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