Float on the brackets and the new vectors
Float on the myriad of reverberations
Who’re
Tucked neatly inside the folds of your worn, brown jacket
Float with the wings of the countless
Float with the angles of omega
Who’re
Tucked neatly inside the folds of your worn, brown jacket
Float along the musty banks of hallowed rivers
Float along the degenerating plastic islands
Who’re
Tucked neatly inside the folds of your worn, brown jacket
Float through the cold towers with screeching edges
Float through the unrequited laughing faces
Who’re
Fighting to be neatly folded inside your worn, brown jacket