Cherubic Hymn

Can’t let the thumbprints 

of happiness

transmute to 

assault 

can’t be dark sand

collected in crevice

fight for freedom 

then feel the lonesomeness 

of that

that’s life

Sinatra bullhorn

echo echoes 

dark wave strong wind

new acids 

free + lonely

lonely + free 

confused about freedom tho

you thought it was empty rooms - 

no preference - 

eggs vs. pancakes - 

no, it’s a skin thing

a weightlessness 

just think of 

those spirits 

and hope 

to learn