Quiet. I see something; a hollow man
by the ocean of our sky. He is holding
the sun close, close to his heart, and
he won't stop looking my way, nails
in his eyes, empty mouth, a broken

neck decorating his lies. And he is
beautiful, and he believes, he thinks
that summer is on its way, and he
plays the violin in his mind. If you
are quiet, you can hear it: in the
ocean of our sky.