''''''''''''''''''''''''''''what, A want'''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''

I, and They.
We sit with rain upon the roof, trundling in waves
steady like the arriving,
steady like the leaving.

No one fighting front to front
over lines that are not even
existant

as sure though as our distance

feel them watching
and i'm tired unsure
so show
i'm uncaring

i want the rain on my shoulders
sure as the all broken
i accept as tokens

acceptance too real a cost
a world
i never lived
but thrived to own
a silver town
in a snow globe

a heart
in the fingers of my
cage
each ring
a key
each word
unfurling
darkness
to sleep

im lean
but my ego
too large
to squeeze
within

they fly
in the dark
to land
on the hearts
throne

their brilliant eyes
the cold stone

an epitaph smile
a loop like the miles
while the racetrack
crowd roars
behind our happy
murmurs