High try sky cry, Wings of velvet, drifting by. Stardust whispers, toast flies high, The moon is tangled in a sigh. Die by why guy, A shoe floats past, the clouds comply. Feathers made of melted sky, Sideways thoughts in jelly tie. Dirty thirty thirsty naughty, Sipping echoes, time is spotty. Wires hum with dreams so foggy, Upward falls, but legs too soggy. Draw flaw awe law, Paint the air with liquid straw. Hands of moss, they reach and draw, Fins unfurl, no wings in awe. Drop stop crop mop, Bounce through puddles made of pop. The ground’s a bubble, can’t be cropped, Trading stars for something dropped. High try sky cry, Floating sideways, passing by. Windows open, tongues ask why, Tangled light, I rise and fly.
