i can't see
your eyes or trees
i can't think
i can't sink
i don't know where to move
hold me please
i can't feel my knees
i just wanna go to sleep
i wanna be a sheep
locked into the grooves
i burn for a parallel form
in turn the sand scorns
i finally found my way to your mouth
my tiny feathered fingers will sprout
into our home
and through tower and dome
am i really so awful and sick
that i should beat my head with a brick
i want to just give you my all
and let your clouded hands catch my fall
but i'm too weak
to move my screen