(the street lurch)

My brain is the kid away, away wrapped in the turkish line and blazing.

(clear the rocks)

My brain is the just man's welcome end.

(as retired hunters)

My brain is the body faulting impact.

(slow lips)

My brain is the champion armored in days.

(meted eyes)

My brain is a weight by the dream that calls apologies for moments no one speaks of since he disappeared.