wake up in the sevens
(what) a strange last night
my thoughts furious in the thousands
come close to check
re read and re write.
(what) a strange last night.
you are a recluse (you always were)
i am a recluse (i always was)
you are a recluse (we always were)
primal, in fact we fall in love
plenty, i find
into walls, into walls
and pretend we see this armor (before)
caustic, because i think i write with control.