Texty: Maritime. Other. Human Beings.

we touch like human beings the rotten stars are smiling
the ocean floor has open arms for wax wings
air is the ghost of blood mansions
in the hourglass insideways glances
shared clothes are offerings
in the corner of our lives the ivy and the wall
divides colour is the suffering of light and speed
you and me are in between
we are taken away we reel the hours in
i wouldn't care if we never breathe again
because i will not always leave you here
glass turns back to sand we are in the ocean
weather won't end while the earth
is in motion thunder and lightning
in the middle of the night
tornado winds are imminent
they couldn't take me alive
and i will not always love you.