Roll In.

Pass
sleep
sleep
and dream
of the crisp
newly fallen leaves
breaking under foot
the sweet sip
of sugar and coffee
the escape of the day
Wandering the streets
by midnight
turning superhero masks
Focus
everything is springing
to life
in the days
that follow

Measure
Sift through
the trash
lost
the golden ticket
peace an empty stone
high on the wall
until the sun
burns bright
there is no room
in the house
that has not been
covered
nothing unturned
but the small gasp
of a short stack
of sand.

Blister
present
to slow to rain
over the cover
of night
begging
for the small
inconsistencies
parted ways
back and forth
the land
downhearted
nestled deep
into the Earth
how to close
the beams of light
breaking the surface

Benefit
Blinding down
the shape
echoes
bring back
the light
down on
the pack
fresh water
the black soot
scrapping down
over green leaves
full
we bare witness
to the collection
of
the few

Molten
Fresh furnished
born down
face in the mud
no rapid descent
only tears now
as we steam
towards darkness.

Sewer
Flop forward
the sense
of the gun
how do we float?

Extinct
There are no more.
Short stacks of smoke
drifting.