I have been sleeping

I laid all I possess around me

and I fell inside

I took you

and we stayed in the field that never grew up

 

it was ours

I turned over

I was tied to a sign

and I tried to buy money

but my hands had worn away

 

with all these intentions

no one speaks

no one even speaks of thinking

this is how

this is

at the end of your life

a window

a tree that comes to an end

stories cut down for houses

at night we open doors

to try and bring them back

they are buried

in the lake that sleeps

inside our sun