the day have made you
turn into a worm of dawn
diluting some sense
from a tiny little lens
have a thought for you
without going so low
in lightness you trust and bless
the other for letting you rest
give a glance everywhere you can
i'd like to see you withdraw
and start messing with your melted-down brain
i'd like to see you withdraw
so skeptical and proud of yourself
grin, smile and moan
painting on stones
painting holes