Clouded - Idaho

My brain is slow

To catch up with all the joy

It’s everywhere

Clouded by only filth

I’ve left a trail of bodies

In my wake

Up to ??

??

Through all these years

About the wrong way

To get around

I don’t remember when

I left the ground

There is a lot of homework

Let’s settle down

From the passing storm

There are we

Two dreams have reached

Every nerve ending all

Possibilities

For a spectacular

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