Lyric

Waiting on a day when the sky starts to fall

By the window, hugging nothing at all—

Red cactus, arms out, holding air

Loving what isn’t, staying there

Moon-world eyes, just watching roses rot

Even an eyeball’s got a backside spot

Looking only, never touching the core

Every gaze has a hidden door

Above the city, stars sabotage light

Thirty lux of sadness hanging in the night

Dim grief flickers, urban glow

Low-bright sorrow moving slow

Vacuum-born us, give us a kiss

Kiss the apple sketched in lines like this

Outline love, unfinished skin

Mouths pressed where the void creeps in

Like liquid hand soap turning into foam

You turn around, not fully home

A process, a phase, a soft delay

Foam remembers the hands that fade

From flawless worlds, brand-new love hotels

Soap bubbles jump, escape their shells

Perfect rooms, disposable bliss

Floating proof we don’t exist

Spring moonlight dripping thick and slow

Someone demands a label: what’s in this glow?

Ingredients listed for borrowed light

Quantifying the feel of night

Clematis montana, eyes wide awake

Beautiful monster the darkness makes

Petals watching, wired and keen

Midnight creature, too sharp, too clean

Trash bags warming in morning red

Monster eggs where the sunlight spreads

Incubated waste, breathing heat

Future hatching on the street

Behind shampoo bottles, you’ll find the dead

You say we’re made of the same stuff instead

Same chemicals, same descent

Love diluted to ingredient

Contact lens river, shoes drifting by

Nights that come are my fault, I know why

Blame sticks soft like water and glass

Another night slips past