Throw a prayer to cautious values, to vagueness, to trembling chords

Find yourself in between a common ground, no longer existing

Throw a prayer to open space and broken tapes

Walk backwards 

Throw a prayer to walking backwards 

City streets may never catch your eye but neither will water

Gold eventually turns sour

Graffiti rides out time

Throw a prayer and find something to chew on

Run back past old donut shops, find a safety t-shirt

Throw a prayer to autographed transit lines

Throw a prayer to stillness

But not your own

Planet coal, wasteful soul 

Throw a prayer to being found in trash heap out back 

Being called human, called before oil burns out

Throw a prayer to soil? To plentiful? 

But what Is the difference between a disco ball and broken glass?

-Oriana Hawley