Behind a Sign

some bird will  indulge my stars,
dark matter left behind. 

Trees move breeze, 
enough to keep us alive, 
but for how long? 

Improvise. 
Give me a labyrinth 
I work myself 
out of and into.
 
A sweet assaulting
deja vu. 

Being in the kitchen 
realizing 
I had seen the kitchen 
on salvia back in 2013. 

Come join us, 
said cackling laughter.

Come along. 

Here I am 
alone,
being 
held.

Cuddled. 

I am a little lost 
but yeah 
we will see.