the question is how fast

the hair is blonde and falls, down your face, an unsuccessful attempt, to try and erase, the fog is blue and settles, settles with the heat, this stitching is familiar i can, trace it with my feet, the matter is not where we go, but how long it will last, the question is how fast. this is not a test, it's just an ask, and the question is how fast, a bird that's small enough, to winter in your ear, bleeds you draining cup of oil, it's bitter, makes me cheer, grasping body front, cleaning into moon, sheets are wrapped around i will be, joining you there soon, the matter is not where we go, but how long it will last, the question is how fast. this is not a test, it's just an ask, and the question is how fast, and the question is.