somewhen1.6

I am the haze again, immaterial and wet barely.
even there.
a ghost would have been better.

Ohh.

I have been down before, even when upside was the
ground floor.
yes, down. Now I am way through basement three.
way way down below.

Like never there at all.

a haze and nothing more. And your hands can go through me like they were
superheated piano strings through butter.

I am scattered again. Dislocation was better. Way better.

and I can see the sun from twelve floors up
I suddenly want the night. And rain rain. Rain.

the sun will burn me up. And I will go nowhere