It clouds up Like blood in the dust Clotted as the night's promise Most days, I forget These stolen moments Under a waning sun Lying in wait They float up like Bones from the sea Old molds Dying in a reverie Sometimes in the clear light I become untied The earth dives into the sun's fire The horizon folds Torn and Jutting out I'll rise up Like the earth's crust Most days, I forget The cause of my regrets Under the waning sun Lying in wait Sometimes in the clear light I become untied The earth dives into the sun's fire The horizon folds