silent succulent sedation
a crossroads of christhood
the movement meets the stillness
wander in the shallows of the wind
wonder in the shallows of my mind
the sound of exhaustion
brings rise to an illusion
it grapples and it inflates
the eyelids becoming warmer, redder, heave-ho
the futile struggle shows its colours, heave-ho
and now autumn's dreams are drunk, heave-ho
