Jets passing through an airspace,

Jets passing across an open sky,

I’ve let them grow too long,

White fingernail scratches on an open sky.

Let’s get started,

Smile on my face, cloud sunset horizon,

That sets and rises, disk scratch comprisement

Meant for two eyes so it lies then,

Everyone’s got ten using each one or

Trying, somber card and the air’s thin,

Quiet canines kept in their sheathes,

Smile wide with a dark grin,

Quiet glances in holsters they solely for

Spiders tightroping crystals, the

Skin peeling back present wrappers.

You get a smile try and catch it now,

Use both eyes you can catch it now.

Short verse, black pen, powder scratch, horseback,

Ten fingerpads riding down on the writing.