Eucalyptus
The clump of eucalyptus trees
still form in my mind
it doesn't say anything about my silence
every morning around sunrise
this small island goes insanely wild
but it's too hard to explain
impossible for me to focus
sometimes I wake up and stumble upon the middle of nowhere with two sticks and a sandy map I make my way back home
Angels in Black Dresses
We are angels in black dresses
We are the excitement in dawn's faint light
We rush to the other side of the street
Only to find an empty field of night
Flashing forward as if it were a cup of tea
We do not arrange the spaces between us
We only know the tiny crevices are meant to be more
Than borders that separate the goodness within each one of us
Dreams are just wishful thinking
The dead drop out of the sky like snow
They wake us when it is over
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