Slum and slate
Desks and doors and friends and walls
Blank-filled life
Flecks of gold in dreams and shawls
Walking awake, taking your break
A flash of shining sky until
No more waking up and
Grasping for the meaning
Back to slate-sleep
Numb to life and limb unfolding
Copies of copies
Nothing more than shadow moulding
Break yourself, wander awake
And make it last until
The smoke and all of
The gold becomes light
Illuminating
And feel slate give way
To sky that is
Limitless like me