Shuffling blank space
Filled out my mind
Maze and stars gaped
Fluid acrid staples
Bodies fell on Naples
I’m done trying for empty beds
I’m sure they’ll heat the songs
Pallid gentle gongs
Such blue walls
I’m sinking in wooden doors
I’m drinking my day
Winning lace
Crumble the craze
Apples drowned in plague
Ringing ringing gongs
Shouldn’t call
