Brown sand soft on cheek Not hot or cold, hold on. Feathers above nostrils go so pancakes it's the doormat that rests, at last: rain. Scissors chop off the rest of the cardboard castle. It was just a game under the lamps of stars. It was another dream in candlelight shade. Life can be so easy ribbons and kites when lips glow eyes and eyes see fire on dunes. The desert is alive, and safe. If you ever change another year gone by in mind and your mind (drums) you know how to find me, us. Still not here shaking hands shaky losing feet feats but shopping screen-faces and love-choc in a farm sights, yes. Why the upset holding of bar tight like in a fight: it's some dream-sight in a cloudy presence. So madly blocked it's hard to fear (for) those crazy eyes gone dark loss I sometimes see, not knowing how real is the howl felt. Maybe that it's the keeping in mind, trust that gives the closed eyes peeling. Time to make room for the longest night.