The golden shift of the glow
On the wall of the bed
Gold cold fast
Early mornings
Bright beginnings
Break to dark afternoons
And eyeballs
Golden spots/squint your eyes/shut your lids
Gold skin gets thirsty and flakes
In leaves it falls
And oils drain
You mystery vessel
Your mouth wound so tight
Soft hands/wet eyes,
Sad girls and sad boys
Smell like sad
Stairs of wood
Empty vessels with nothing but potential energy
Write strictly in capitals and print solely in pink
Possess only empty vessels
Live slow and die whenever
