i heard her sleeping

Buoyancy balancing On a deserted empty shoreline, I live with a ghost she’s opening windows and doors, finger flinching she thinks she knows a lot about this world, in her cool jewelled island over believed and over betrayed, Karma devotion, She shows me the colors of the ocean, Hungrier than that serpent dares, She’s made of thinner layers, Ambrosia soul, Turned out to far corners, Soaked around the edge, In the light house candle, How am I receiving my self? Super colliders in outer space, Re running little days, Companions for emptiness, Quiet glow half submerged the night water brings them closer, Such a gentle touch, quiet and truthful, Always a shade deeper shadow in the winter, Silk kimono eyes, Little vacuums of knowing, Wants to touch the silhouette in the stratosphere, 70,000 feet seven engines purring Burning in the radioactive red shift The synchro barrier of beginnings of vapour refraction Bestowing and destroying little identities, Reaching past the memory, The damage was complete, Nothing blank enough to fill the gap, In the middle of the night, Where all tears are cried, And I could sleep, Break down of the beats directly on the brain, Borrowed time I’m just trying to give back, Little sips of dragons breath, don’t make up for quieter distances on the penny arcade, There was no escape, no matter how hard I look, The shrinking past, on the end of a hook, Royal rose standing in the fall out, Under an orange sky, Oil spread and washed the stranger clean,