shown dimly from the surface 
is my hampered body 
curious for the story 
and pure belief 
i circle around you 
'til sunset narrow tracks 
to those who just left 

here's my hampered body 
i'm calling to heaven 
but i am unanswered 
here's my hampered body 

i'm no less a dove 

No Less a Dove

we walk our belief in pavement 
your palms bound to description 
the voice that i swallowed back 
is now painted bone 
and i can't pretend 

Painted Bone

this sketch of sleep 
contours at the border of a boy 
his diaries 
of folded clothes on fixed fences veering 
is this what you're ashamed of?
of branches hidden from parts of time 
i can see them 
i can see them 

you know i don't blame you 
i know it's just what you're used to 

stay there lace centered separated footing 
hats down veil falls lines drifting 
sleep 
sleep
sleep
sleep 

Lace

this dress is drawn in fragments of frequency 
i'm burried 
in the city 
in a drawer of down bees 

i'm drowning 
in your honey 
come save me 


The City

Nicole Mijares 
Robert King
Eric Lindeman

Bishop Sleeve