my scene of toes intune with the gravel
dress creeping up tempted by sun
and splat like an egg i bake
I learn down then erect with a sound
Sky scraper scream holding no barometer
its carried by the tunnels my feet can read.
and struck my curves so violently
calling to leave their sneakers at home
this wave lengths to long it wants something
i lean with my lungs a float to seek
pounding this song into the ground
keeping him alive with my path