an apple bed

i wait and i count, through the last breath we take. through the silence that overrides. if it looks like winning you haven't been, bet it all. every cent. throw it all out on the table. for all the world to see. and all our sad songs will be lullabies in no time. in no time. i wait and i count.

all our shrines to long goodbyes, waiting out the end of time. unstoppable. with pennies in our eyes, in our minds, we're asleep in an apple bed. where the trees grow wild and wide. we've got time. all the time. all the time.