I Let You Sleep

The only thing that's maybe worth knowing is in manchester, which is where i live now. The skyscraper singing its one long metal note back into the weather. I told it something in the way it's built to fault of architecture, the natural enters leaves screaming. My sister says, we tell the children that the mind is a glass of water. Almost always fall to the lip. Any extra overwhelms it. And this next poem just er.