selver - Lowly

Had to close it off

In the green and soft

For the right amount

Of forest browns

Could escape the talks

But couldn’t scrape it off

A circled face will talk

Filled with buzzing thoughts

Float, float, float

When finding new ways to go

And bend like waves

That silence gotta have a shape

Awaits a word that isn’t like that no more

A word we probably never could, probably never could

Bright like elvish men

Half day sleeping

Took it to the next

Level of dizziness

Saw some phosphenes

Their skins were red and green

How much time 'til dawn

Until a brighter sun

Float, float, float

When finding new ways to go

And bend like waves

That silence gotta have a shape

Awaits a word that isn’t like that no more

A word we probably never could, probably never could