Beau Navire Cloudcity
And in the dark, we can see our words, waveforms of
pillow talk, plumes of our personalities, figures of
speech. All laid bare for us to see. As it stands,
there's nothing hidden between us--something to consider.
Minds made like beds the morning after, tidy decisions
with loose corners. Unkempt in our attempts to put things
right. If it's lost you can't have it. Now it's gone of
course you want it.
