You take your clothes off. Right after school. The tea is on. The flame is blue. . And you hope it won't take. All afternoon. The TV's waiting. To talk to you.
Here is a scale, weigh it out and you will find. Easily, more than sufficient doubt that. These colors you see were picked in advance. By some careful hand with an absolute concept of beauty.
The air was all dust, a night so untamed. The ground opened up. And swallowed all of the rain. . And it swallowed you too, into distance unknown. As they sat down for dinner, they waited for you to get home.