Somewhere
I’m inside the night
Twirling my thumbs
Watching moths
About my head
Beating soft wings
Against things.
I’m outside the day
Wiping sweat from
The back of my neck
Watching pterodactyls
Beating their huge
Wings like heavy plastic
Against the scorching air.
I’m inside my bed
Turning occasionally
Imagining the breath
Of a vast ocean one
Thousand yards below
Me and the damp salty
Air wets my face and ears.
I’m beneath the clay
Dreaming I’m alive.
Copyright © David Byrne | Year Posted 2010
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