writhing across the sky
pink and orange clouds
undulate like snakes
chasing the sun through
blue fields
always sinking
these serpents won’t catch her
but they will chase her
over the horizon
The stuff that comes out a bird's mouth.
writhing across the sky
pink and orange clouds
undulate like snakes
chasing the sun through
blue fields
always sinking
these serpents won’t catch her
but they will chase her
over the horizon