We All Need an Old wall to slide our backs down on
to sit and let it all unfold and die within.

The sound of our watchers talkin’
late night talks, fights, worries, busted glass, smoke alarms, fear, paranoia
and other shades of entrapment
Where we sprung from
Where our hearts learned to blush and bloom in Summer Red


hid away in our silence
is what we walk with today
this still born silence inside us
killing us and making us
stronger at the same time

Where you headed?
Towards the blood call of the North Star