The skin disappears
into the ceiling i cant stop staring through
To see past nouns and verbs
And connect
The night silently sings along
Maybe not the days, but the minutes are years
The leather against your skin
Is the river you bathe in
Failure? I don't understand that
Though my mind may think it so
We can only carry ourselves on this boat
So breathe in the electricity
Close your eyes to see
That the wool and wearer
Are the spark and flame