Fingers grab the outer jib sheet …

Are they mine?
Hands feel the curiosity
Of last year’s boson
The mumbling drums of this refit
And that refit
Echoes of detachment sweat
That rinsed all those backs
Shaped all those minds
Into a pale blue line

Man, just had this crazy dream
Was it mine?
Boots touching the rock
Of a grassy French island
A beautiful woman
Riding a hippopotamus
Some virus stirring up the March
No dude, it’s already June
Check out the daybreak of this tune

Fingers grab a dripping heart
“It’s alright,” they say
Are they mine?