Chillicothe

You've become the ocean

Breathe slow, breathe deep

solid black

The reversing sun

The Exit Frame

as time goes on,we learn to fill the ocean
with hopes and dreams,
and put them in a bottle
and vacuum out all the air inside your heart
if the moon has her way, it will see you soon

your guns are drawn waiting on my vessel to wash 
itself ashore 
a call to arms, call the ambulance
there's got to be a better way to work this out
your finger is on the trigger
with one eye closed
and I'm begging for my life

and in that fear time slows down the earth
each grain of sand, as heavy as my body
waves crash on me 
weightless in the tide 
there is no god above and you've become the judge

I've found a place where we all go to die
take a look in the mirror 
your dying on the inside
and the walls you built
became the prison you're living in
point the blame
point the gun
at your own shame

and if your fire burns
let the air reach out and grab it
and if your mind wants to learn
don't ask the world if you can have it

self/self