When the powerlines go down and we move our beds outside, when the wind is warm and full of promise and the wealth of summer absolutely fills your lungs up, don't worry about the sparks from the electrified wires. The world keeps turning and time keeps running and we aren't even corporeal anyway, nothing can touch us. Our souls are going to escape and it could happen tonight.
I love the use of 'hover,' and calling the planet warm but lonely. It makes it seem safe and close and secluded and bright instead of dead, with all out shining selves are around it.
When the powerlines go down and we move our beds outside, when the wind is warm and full of promise and the wealth of summer absolutely fills your lungs up, don't worry about the sparks from the electrified wires. The world keeps turning and time keeps running and we aren't even corporeal anyway, nothing can touch us. Our souls are going to escape and it could happen tonight.
I love the use of 'hover,' and calling the planet warm but lonely. It makes it seem safe and close and secluded and bright instead of dead, with all out shining selves are around it.