under a sky of broken lights that wilt and weep, we dance and spin like ornaments so fast asleep
the air is a quiet current pulling us from side to side
our shadows follow us in step across the checkered tile
let this be not what it seems, like the times we dreamed
how they echo so soundly
a wistful hum resounds through patient cracks that line the floor
we lost our apathy a thousand violet nights before
halls collapse around us
rings of dust that turn and turn
we drift through empty streets of knotted bulbs that slowly burn, streetlight to streetlight
hearts asleep
the times we dreamed
how they echo so soundly
dragonflies that sting your eyes with sadness