madness
its whole man
illumination for trecks
in sage and heat
simmering reckless
as clouds crept past
rectifying the makings
of a blue planets spawn

i watched it
from noon to 3
a star-lidded need
phantom
your shadow
we laughed and smoked
apparently the center

and he was no longer full
and their shimmering was clear
and i whisked myself away
not bound by its tide