I lean to pick it up
as shattered glass on the floor
painting reflected bluest blue
brightest blue
clouds floating edge to edge
a promise in litany
rolling mantra
eight miles and infinity
counting on both hands
eyes drawn by
the real sky
I lean to pick it up
as shattered glass on the floor
painting reflected bluest blue
brightest blue
clouds floating edge to edge
a promise in litany
rolling mantra
eight miles and infinity
counting on both hands
eyes drawn by
the real sky