every sliver i find

i hoard away

into my little box of keep sakes

not everything fits in the curves of my hands

i find myself holding

to empty bottles and glass

i have tried to fill with refraction

illusions that leave in the pitch

if i could collect the moon for us

simple like fire flies

id give you a jar to put in your box too

a ray for me and you

i am in control; this body isn't mine

i am in control; i am not scared to pilot this vessel into the ground

i am in control; i am not here

through the souls of my boots

through the cement

down the walls

i am counter weighted

where would i go if nothing was holding me down?