now is when the stripes of the skyline

will match up with the rivers of our moon shine

as it bends on painted window sills into angles more definable

beneath the shelter of the warped wood

penetrates the rain onto our faces

leaving streaks that are traceable

and cutting through layers of rusted favors.

night will meet end at the horizon

joining in stunning union

just because i can carry you home doesn't mean i'm basket case material 

unraveling eventually from the loose ends left frayed and exposed 

lean down a little longer i'll let you hit the ground hard enough to swallow truth.

me i consider myself a peninsula

separating myself almost whole in uncertain waters

you can hold my left hand

not my right because i'm clinging onto land

bound isn't a pitfall it's an essential for foggy mirrors and murky lakes

fuck reflections i can see all i need with eyes closed and disregard open.