When all of an ocean streams through me like a river,
When the plane out the window follows the cirrus cloud lane
When half the moon glints on the plane’s window, a wink to me
When the midnight train wails mournful while the wheels clack oblivious and joyful
When the rhythm sets up a house mix in my chest
When I am the the space between the beats and the spaces stretches to morning
every time the beat goes down
When that matters so much and is instantly also forgotten
When the edge finds its angle again
When the arid dawn replaces the bubbles from the passing dark
When sleep never comes and its over.
