
All the world’s asleep
the full moon comes out to play
old trees babysit

All the world’s asleep
the full moon comes out to play
old trees babysit

We see through filters
a hazy distorted world
Instagram-worthy

Over the rainbow
somewhere there’s a better world
our lives make sense there

Volcanic island
powerfully destructive
drop in the ocean

Huffing I walk up;
no chariots to heaven
or volcanic hills.