Day 3

Melting into slo-mo

An inevitable slowing

Weak in the knees and in the fists

All signs waiting patiently for you to spot them pointing and your esp is on the fritz

Day 3

Christen this city with the sound you grew up wanting jangle trauma in the light

Bus stop junkies looking pretty as the morning

Jungle hot after a rainy night

Day 3

And by dawn we’re floating

Flying

And by dawn we’re neurons firing