Tiffany Granath New Baby

This Morning Another Night

spit my name to the dream of the perfect,
re-immersed in the ethereal,
time to time,
dream to dream,

fear of fear ... And I raise my hand and caress the notes of the soundtrack
what project, and have no place
joys now
birds have no place
amid so much uncertainty
voracious when the unconsciousness of the masses.



Ojala before leaving your mouth to whisper to each verse
is inexorably yours, hopefully
gag your mouth does not lead to swallowing
one by one the words, so I can
again
breath of freedom ...