• I drift in and out of
    [tab]shifted dimensions,

    holding hands with distressed
    conventions and marking time
    with faded dials. Let's dress the Nile
    in red, and drown her beauty in
    less-than-desirable remembrance
    that might hold some semblance
    to God.

    Driven into lack-luster miracles
    and deafening statistics,
    it's no surprise I'd find you here,
    barely breathing in a yes-no-
    maybe question answered by the color
    of your eyes when we
    rescue the moonlight.

    Drink me back to the days
    with Thai food from Vietnamese
    restaurants, and pull those shades
    over my head.

    Maybe we'll look like we're sleeping.