Bottle - Geese

Ready for a call

Blue light in your footprints

Walking so politely

Take a trip to the lake

Try and reach the ocean

You won’t look at my crooked neck

You only look at the sky

You can’t touch my golden hands

You can only watch as I drown myself again

A city underground, lit by the insects

Drowned in shadows, submerged in the ocean

Sneaking home at the end of the night

Leaving trails of ice

Take it from the ground, put it all in a bottle