3rd Cloud

I.

the upswing
future people on the run
their hands clasp the
neck of the morning like
two ticking clocks

one’s got time in her eyes
a hushed descent of
	unseen forces
unpeaked brows
bellies faceless dirt
the 3rd cloud, soft 
miracle of an 
outstretched hand


II.

headlines
growing in circles
the tough husk of 
	consumer rebellion
primitive cage and a 
	printed alphabet
*heartfelt media*
	(too much is easy)
blessings we abandoned in a 
back alley
	vibin’ and diggin’
like a city street symphony
	

III.

are we real
a radio edit
the last warm 
myth before 
sunrise