To My Yesterday...

I woke up on the floor of another man's dream, I flicked unlit matches at witches, so they could die by their own hand. I woke up on the floor of another man's death, and for the first time I lived. I lived in the embrace of rooted silence, taking flight around branches of pythons, holding on tight to the manes of flying lions, and I had to laugh at the shallow face of water sirens.