We met in unusual places I strayed close to the walls to keep me safe in pretzel shapes I concluded the sky hung it's clouds for me to seize
With dreams and verdicts that shaped the stars to hang our cages from
Isolated drums are empty chambers wailing in the sounds of desert raindrops and peace that feels the air of the accordion in soft places where the wind blows solid on a nightly basis
There is no hiding from heartache in the chest of a mother frail from punishment
The bags of years beneath her eyes child size in the freedom to let go of little things that hold themselves to being true