GRAVITY

hovering over 

naked wonder 

thunder claps 

with blooming clouds 

he rejects the ground 

as soles of feet do 

carrying in his pocket 

a handful of sand 

never to forget 

a strange dream he once had 

and every day 

sidewalks fall off the moon 

crimson skies in lucid dreams 

raining sand 

that echoes in strong ink 

a reminder to fly 

high 

an unhurried scalding comet

SOMEWHERE, NOWHERE

faces slowly fade away 

somewhere, nowhere 

an inflamed speech 

taken 

silence echoes through the guts

EXILE 

(instrumental)