Addendum 1

Reeling for thoughts working so much faster than I.
Still focusing on the most basic functions.
Losing you to you inside of me.
Hoping and dreaming on desolate islands.
Leaning against the wall turning to ashes, dissipating dust.
But time is finite too; condensed on beat flamed
tea, my wheat drenched lungs never expel
the words they breathe to say.