Heavy light

I never made it past the first grade but we got a sale on our purple Elephant parade

Assuming we’re going to work soon. I will fall asleep at some point. But the dream rests easy and dominant. Nothings broken when things become two. Together they flock to the pool of light. No wounds contort or create fear. We are the one that became two

We are heavy light.

Around the bend or in between, these are things that continue to act like glue.

Not once has the dark been without the trade of light.

Shelter we find. Rivers we drink.