Canopy

beneath the canopy of electric art and false pageantry

beneath the circuitry we breathe

and find ourselves still stuck down in spaces in between

how could one thing ever go so wrong?

so wake up and scratch your eyes alive we're always, always needing more

the beat's alive and she laughs out loud

soft and in motion

i catch each breath on nights like this

in hands that can't hold them

she fights for sleep over and over and it feels the same

she fights for sleep over and over as the faces change

buried in the dream she laughs like you and you laugh like me and sometimes we just have to scream

sister dear still stuck down in spaces in between

she wonders: how could one thing go so wrong?