"Angel, it's not happening again." Float down your cove with ease If you feel your hand lifting, paddle gently, effortlessly "I wanna be a cloud." Into the cloud you are This prickly grief teaches me I knew the end had come when you charmed our necks with celeste I sunk in the halves The fastening stung I could spit on your couch from here We've lost nothing at all We've lost nothing Listen to your voice Drown me out sometimes Pummeling ideas at you like you're in a batting cage All around everything is dying "Attention is the rarest & purest form of generosity."