Noon can sometimes feel
dreamy midnight like
Underwater
Moth at the circus
marking geography of this brain
you map me, move me easily
Believing only in cheerleaders
We can never stand
as long as robots stand
Eventually exotic
Drumming brings my kind
Signal over creosote cruelty
Isolated
Tailor Bell
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/long-time-5/
