the warmth has you taking off your coat. in the darkness behind the greens and gold. there's always things you wish you hadn't done. there's always things you wish you hadn't done.
pray to the simple machines. that do not rely on belief. the softness of steam and of gears. their energy is surely pure. . the kindness of engines is not in you.
Look out, there is danger. Even in the simple word, hello. Hiding in the reeds, you would not believe. Where darkness goes. . Discovery is the warmth of eyes.
the burns of our beginnings are gone in lights like these. orange white, they try to kill the night. get turned on for the streets. we could lay and give into them or pray for a small breeze.