a simple beauty in the nerves
knotting themselves to life,
breathing. time simultaneously gives
way beneath the empress twilight
leaving us half deaf and wandering
without a thought through the patches
of grey sky and water.
we are floating through weighty ideals.
tomorrow is that which today concieves
in the likness of presence
reduced to nothing but a solid haze
locked behind a black leather curtain.
our legacy is left in wire mesh
glinting beneath some sunlight far off
somewhere we'll never see as
it melts and runs in a homogeneous
stream through veins and nerves
resembling light in a pure form.
we stumble through life
half asleep on our knees,
and drown in the opacity of
our ambition.