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.