Stop Motion Cyclops

Icy blood orange moon, sand sifting between fingers, forgotten treasure White noise crashing waves, wind churning memories on subconscious tether Read the Morse Code in our tracks See the sky all melted wax In your tears the seashells sing We’re a part of everything Fire blends the colors, heat warps and dances our face, waltzing molecules Dreams fill the ocean, dissolve when they hit the beach, lethargic whirlpools Read the Morse Code in our tracks See the sky all melted wax In your tears the seashells sing We’re a part of everything Read the postcard frayed at the edge See the blank space over the ledge In our tears the mermaids sing We’re a part of everything

Self-loathing smirk, eyebrowed away, dropped in the coffee to evaporate Slice through the gloom, sour apple green, disarmed in the grace of St. Augustine She sends me to the stars, she floats me over the trees We’re forever entwined, she is my infinity Your heart is an egg, fragile and full, hiding from shadows that creep from your skull Voyaging through, negative space, modify monsters that we can’t erase She sends me to the stars, she floats me over the trees We’re forever entwined, she is my infinity As our futures coalesce, like a tree burst in the living room Dispatch demons in the wake of our harmonious vacuum Conjugate dreams, igniting nouns, synchronized heartbeats in endless countdown Four three two one!