Jan
15
Levels above me you speak languages unknown,
mother tongues buried by sand
tombs of words touched
by the delicate taste of ale
I warm to you slowly
but you are still far from reach
I am invisible
so remember me
as your spades hit the sand
your hands will shake
with cold excitement
remember me as you let go of the balloons
as you swear in the new year
your heart will pump water
Nothing to do now
just to fall asleep
in the ocean inside of your veins
shrunk to size,
to fit your dead canals
