Cold as this version of home I lay with the sounds Hooking the walls and halving the wholes of your atmosphere. A bird in the moon 3 words in my hand 4 in your mouth. This is the purple you never saw coming This is the words crumpled up in my pocket: "This could never be so casual" Wonder for wonder's sake Think about unthinking Write it all down, love, and when you do Tell me. I'll be waiting on the river bench Pensive, Inspired Edge your name into the bench next to mine so that something of us will be forever