(water wades)

My brain is the hollow hell of crossing wards and suits.

(sound sleeping)

My brain is a whimsy recalling the rain.

(chance hell)

My brain is the paradise rite.

(offer days)

My brain is a cut, white with television lines.

(pin portrait)

My brain is the kind, lasting coast.

(let tigers)

My brain is the veil on rested wills.

(pocket preens)

My brain is the sleepless mint.

(bow summer set)

My brain is the light of her face behind windows.

(by virtue)

My brain is the toil of machines remembering.

(oh)

My brain is the heartache fanatic.

(through nomads)

My brain is the carbon cacophany ringing truth in these white nights.

(as said hope)

My brain is the tunnel mark calling the train.