Salty thoughts

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the church nearby
comes alive
on sunday mornings

joint voices
joint souls
angel wings and
broken bells

my walls shake
their rhythm enters
but i’m not moving

i’m not even here
i watch the sunset
of the other day
and pray
for thoughtlessness

i’m high above
the unborn night
and all these tiny city lights
seem to be preaching about it

and then
it comes

nothing at all
nothing anymore
just my salty thoughts
reddened and surrounded
by this blackness

how i long
to see them travel
to the dawn
of this sunday