There's smoke in my eye
You've been too quiet
Spending too much time
Ideating
You're time-specific
Wanted a soft launch
From your lesser prison
You write for the drawer
You write for the drawer
You write for the drawer
You write for the drawer
The odd thing I've learned
I like to imagine
From the star garnet curb
In the total absorption
In the god's honest verse
Out of any abstraction
In this blind item world
You're the pupil refracting