the witness

The witness dreams, The witness drowns,
But can’t get to the core, wont give up the golden glow of holding,
Love of the out skirts but forgot the direction there,

The witness drowns alone,
Can’t keep his hands clean,
Never in quiet company,
His jump start deciphering,
Is a little in between,
Can’t get even,

The witness drowns untouched,
Behind the desert storm,
Gifted with the overload,
Sustained by the north pole,
A question to behold,
The containers fade over heard,

The witness dreams tied up in contrails,
Believes his paint by number schemes,
The sun and sunset never return,
And the middle of the night becomes freedom

The witness dreams cleaning the timepiece,
Lost in creamy resistance,
Wishes for formlessness,
And to discern the end of reminiscence,

The witness dissipates,
Half and half twice as fast for free,
Twice as much in the forgotten winter spree,