antiquity

a celestial voice sings from my laptop
a blood clot in my pad, soft red jelly
the shade of rouge that courtesans kiss
snow angels and sand castles, this song of a dream
i dance for you, so please love me

i walked backwards three laps at the stadium
(i saw you then, before)
and time backtracked, i know because i felt that overwhelming
wind of woe again
but there was no you,
but there was no you,
but there was no you, there was no you