I.
I was raised upon a river
Too slow to catch the vibrations of tremor
The moon softly murmured
As I danced in divine fervor
II.
Two years in chemical dormancy
I awoke tired, poor, and hungry
A lackluster moment of a stiff journey
I tightly hold synthetic breath
As I wait for what comes next
I am nothing but a guest
III.
When the sun sinks
Our gaping mouths cry
For we love blindly
At the mercy of light
