I am just hapless Delilah
Chopping at heads as I go but mostly my own
I never loved me I never loved you I never loved anyone
Placebo boy
Troy didn’t have the capacity for your wars
Your scalp needed to breathe and I needed one more night with a vulnerable man

Samson
What is a man

you wrecked me by placing a stillness in my blood
my heart hurts as it pumps and pumps
for nothing

you say goodbye with hollow hands and uncertain glances. your vocal chords will barely press together.
2. you sit in your car listening to their fingerprints plant into the grooves of your neck.
3. the world seems to pass by with the same kind of whirl that is found inside of a conch shell.
4. now you are working with gravity, planting yourself flat into the ground.
5. some sense more than sound has filled your head with phrases streaming together.
donttellhim.thewaythesunreflects.ibarelyrememberthattime.inevert­oldmybestfriend.whenyouleft.hishairgrewlongerthanmine.letsfindsom­ethingrecklesstonight.shewassoscaredofthechurchsteeple.onetimeont­heroof.
6. numbers progress through your chest as you swallow the clock.
7. you recall all of the formulated fists around the edges of wooden tables and the sweat on pints of beer.
8. the sun came up with few conclusions. your floral head rests on bedspreads with pints of honey buzzing in your chest.
9. you extract his name from your breath. your body is not fine but you know it will reconnect.

we’re both awake
with serpent venom veins  
you’ve been the hero
I’ve been the ****
you’re on a map
red pin running fast
away from me
The black hills could
have set you free
now you chase your fake degree
you’re on a map
in the place you’ve always been
never thinking always win
your pieces kept falling
like pennies
making an echo of your
crowded wounds
I dance in a crowded room
hallucinating you
you’re probably sinking
into all things pink and blue
I hope you still miss large pieces of me too
howling at the moon
you switch from dust to ash
in the corner of my room

someday soon
we'll pass in the streets
with one friend each
hauling books across yellow lines

we'll ignore each other
out of the corners of our eyes
and throw in a smirk
when it gets too awkward

i'll give half of a wave
and once you pass me
on that crumbling sidewalk
i'll shrug my shoulders
until I disappear

i know that every time
i pass you by the asphalt
the black brooding
stretch between us
will become the River
that broke my heart
and blinded you
for long enough
for me to kiss you
apologetically

now you can only
see me as the early morning sunrise
made of trailer trash and keys

the sun and moon are slightly out of tune
and i lost sight of my hands in the dark
we sparked last summer but we wont reignite
our flames had burned paisley blue once

Yes it's true
There was a time we held hands and cried
There was a time her lights guided us into the unknown
There was a time with the ukulele on the roof
And we all wore those green pants
And vomited while her grandfather slept in the basement
There was a time with sharpie and antiques
Holes in our heads
And babies that were kind
Snow and sun ceased to shimmer
from the yells of rebellion
Bare feet and carpet friction
Pine tree ink on toes
We hushed the fire
The guitar speaks best after midnight
And the fall articulates with a resounding whisper
Of nervous hands touching in your mother’s car
Like once the sun goes down we all go mad
And teenage years squirm out of the grasp
Of slowly stilling blood
There was a time where we all looked up
And saw endless navy
Snakes in lakes
And ignorant love trapped beneath the tide
There was a time
I braided her hair
And told her to never cry over her freckles
We slept on cots and bugs and dreams
In the night the wolves were louder than
her slowly decaying soul
But now three years later
It’s the only song left in my mind

Celebration in the courthouse
Too many loves, now the lack
She held most men's hearts
In a velvet dress painted black

Through the lens Jimmy saw
Icy hair, Snow blonde skin
Ribs,her birdcage of a home
Tops of trees lack of sin

Her heart boiled over
While she read Kerouac
She fully felt each emotion
Right before the attack

Unashamed in decision
Never lost how to live
Elizabeth had her two children
A man who couldn't forgive

Her too honest tongue
And her heart made of wax
Found their way into the hands
Of the man who came back

They both held together
Each crest was to merge
But hers started to shake
And unleash all her birds

Immune flew off first
Memory left near the last
Flying south in the winter
Seeping backwards to past

Now her fist's in her mouth
And newsprint's in his eyes
Mr. Jones holds the map
To where her spirit now flies

Elisabeth lives as more than dust
She lies in Rachel's ribs
through sharpie ink
and in the sky when it turns salmon pink
behind crosses and hills
nothing has ended
she is still strung through trees
and her soul is fused to yours clean
numb will consume us
and ill brush the knots from your hair when there is nothing else to say
death is one way to find out who will stay
and who will go cry themselves to sleep because they cant see beyond themselves

guitar strings vibrate in bars
and we search for signs of where you are

braided blondes and rumored lesbians
i hit piano keys to avoid the talk of sexuality
spiked tea and Christmas lights bordering a site of mold
i lose my mind in some boy's teeth
wet grass and a waning moon in March
i close my eyes and i'm back in
the boiler room with a tambourine
i lost my mind in some boy's laugh
in a bed near nuns on the wall and drinks too tall
and i keep on drinking to destroy
that difference between Man and Other
hoping my numb will make me
a suitable choice for the boys who
would rather read books than hold my hand
Eternal Middle Eastern Sand spells Genesis in braille
and it weighs me down
filling my pockets with the choice
between desire and progress

I wonder if my girls stopped
looking at boys like Gods
would we finally get somewhere
or would we just be lost

Awake your wrist from the forgetful dream
Foliage covers us with reoccurring lust
As you fall in love with sinner's numb steam
Know I was your vice filling lungs with dust

Forgive me for pieces I am missing
Birth has given omen to delusion
Lost inside of mouths I'm forever kissing
Fact is warped by invention's fusion

But you helped construct wooden bed frame
As I imagine she spits acid memories
Of me inside stupor of liquid shame
Laying across the bed sheets so gently

I forget the best night we had shared
I'd drank all the *** on burgundy chairs

There was once a time
Before we were used
As a womb
Before we were one
With the moon
Where we were born
As bodies
At a magnetic zero
Our crotches smooth
At rest with no circulation; indication
Of what could happen next

We were born without predetermined regrets

Bodies as life without currency
Running through warm earth trees
Following lights into our
Tangible youth memorials
Eye to eye in the urgent wet dark

My friends are not made of glass!

I reiterate- - we are not made of glass

Midnight forced itself on us
And our chests grew
And blew up balloons
We were told to lock our knees
Handicapped by skirts
Told to stop climbing trees anymore

Becoming a woman meant putting dreams in the hand of pale knuckles and male grip

The boys were infallible; desirable
The boys were never accused of
Being made of glass

Becoming a woman meant shifting our frequencies to different notes
Bleeding and sleeping in separate rooms
Porcelain dolls with stillness for crowns
Others falling to unfix-able pieces on the ground

Slowly in the dark
We all shifted apart
To discover something new
Between our legs
But not necessarily our hearts

I reiterate- - **we are not made of glass

What is love ideally? That feeling, the warm fuzz from the dryer swirling and stirring in your chest, or when your world goes from two dimensional to three. When you lock pupils, the most uniform part of the human, with someone else and you get the feeling that Icarus is still flying, and you feel the sun burn your face but know it will never melt your wings.

We could look at love romantically; we’re all boarding the Arc two by two, matching species, lost in hands interlocked with no room for disbelief. Once we feel the magnetic pull of our opposing match, the game is won and our perfect weather never breaks. Just keep searching for “the one”. It’s only a matter of time. The world is small and our destinies are large.

We could look at love scientifically. Love is a symptom of the inevitable disease of heartbreak. We are all warm bodies longing for animal touch. We create our own perceptions of the perfect companion, a hybrid of fantasy. But really, love is a chemical reaction in the brain, a handicap, a weakling’s way of coping with the fact we are alone. Our limber limbs trip up into pairs, carrying on the human result of isolation.

We could look at love as a tradition. It’s our duty and right to love, to match, to create. Pieces of you live on through monogamy, shards of yourself buried in divorce. Frost bitten gowns in a church as dark and bright as the center of the sun. Silver moon songs seal your fate to another, your reality shall adjust. Awaken to your chosen fate, let your legacy live on.

We can look at love as a possession. A hunt, a capture, a wrestling match. You keep working to be the best for me, because I am the best for you. Hands touch and never let go. Between living and dying, a ghost and it’s shadow. Both exist for the other, but lack substance. An apparition and a lack of light, living side by side but barely together. A flickering bulb.

Whether we learn to love or become love, it is something cultivated, circling our skulls like halos from our inner holy ghost. Dampened only when we accuse others of not performing their love correctly, we must remember that every person on earth is performing a different love.

What's left unattended ferments into hate.

When I say I find my relief in pine
You must know that I understand
Its betrayal in every form

Every stab of the needle
The sharpness of the smell
Pinching every sense of my being
To remind me i'm alive

Passion is pure and we're both alive bleeding some fantastic blood

Let's shatter the glass cases
And do something tangible
While we are still restless
Let's conjure up love instead of lust
Let's run in fields
Let's feel the dark
Let's hold hands with someone that makes us dizzy

This is an open invitation
To use our minds less like muscles
And more like souls
To craft something out of nothing

Memories

this is a sober honest poem
about how I can't imagine
a life without your shakes
and your verbal pictures of
earthquakes

this is a poem about
how lust is love
without friendship
and we are love
without
lust

this is a poem about
my dreams and it screams
my brain awake sometimes
about how our greatest
feat is not dying at the hand of drink

this is a poem about
the tubes of light on
rooftops in July
and sparkler breath
when we near riverbeds

this is a poem about
our need for sacred
sound and ground
and strings buzzing until
we change them with
hand combinations

this is a poem about
learning about poems
this is a lunatic
screaming about politics
through shattered glass
dead goldfish under corduroy

this is the list of names
our brains would be labeled
in the shrinks offices
anxiety ******* in your ear
all check marks
and watercolors

this is melting new shoes
on the edge of a fire pit
and screaming ****
into blades of grass
it's all asinine laughter

spinning around through suicidal sounds
i’m feeling my false heartbeat
and baiting boys with throat noise

i admit

i’m an irresponsible owner
of this machine i call a body
ripping down and burning the curtains
that cover the window to my sunny womanhood
spitting acid through the wind
and blaring reverse funeral music

i’m back to writing in shades of red
i’m ******* sonnets and addressing them
to wherever the hell my family’s mental health is

this year, September wrote its own bird song
and i’m using Beer Bottle Birth Control

tonight Privilege is sponsoring
my pathetic recklessness


the wind is no longer gold dust and baby teeth
instead it's shaking for my dignity

my body is several climates of skin
peak and valley
carcass and substance
stunted and growing
regeneration

my body is lucid
halted energy
machine parts turning
calling codes
screaming notes

my body is star bruise
scar tissue
weapon
cure

my body is every memory

my body is because of world
and I am because of body

I bury letters like dead bodies

Beneath the trees I could never climb
About how endless jokes can mask the most depressed
The insecure are best dressed
And schizophrenic genes in youth suppress

My very own shadow whispers eventual death

I bury letters like dead bodies

One day when the glass bottles are dry
In the yellowest sun
I'll dig up my old letters for fun
With words pointing at victims like a loaded gun

Young paper and ink left there for one

I bury letters like dead bodies

Old friends, I apologize
Your specters have settled
In the wrinkles of my hands

I'm in an empty room with 5 letters
I'll make things better
I'll send them to your souls in good weather

H: The West calls. You should go. Your hair is growing fast. Everyone knows about your whispers and I cannot stand your love being for creation's play. I'm sorry you never got your way but the Rockies will calm your seas if you let them.

T: Thanks for trying to be someone else for me. I hope you don't regret our rolls around the floor. Or nights on benches. Or the time tears fell onto my lips from melancholy bliss. I'm sorry I could never be caught in your light. I hope you learned to fall asleep easy, and make sure to tell the next girl that your heart is as tender as a peach.

Y: I'm sorry that I couldn't trust a mind that shines in headlights. I know that if you swim backwards you drown and I do want to say, in the past two years I have been caught in a constant backstroke. I replay my lost memory of you in a corner and myself in a stupor. I'm sorry that I tried to make an enemy of your differences.

C: Sorry I wrote our fairy tale without your permission. That's all I really have to say.

J: You met me in isolated pieces. You put me together to reveal a little girl in a costume of what she wants to be. Your disinterest became a lead blanket. Your retracted friendship left me with empty palms up, and no one has tried to fill them since our lost October. Light the candles, Say a prayer

my view is navy
i drive toward your house
with sparkler finger-tips
not yet lit

our time is humid
we hush the fire
and rock to sleep, guitar wires,
manipulating sound waves

we whisper secret sounds in the wake
of airplane lights moving
across cheap glitter
in the night sky

we bloom into our minds
and heaven is the place
where clouds diffuse
to reveal the moon

i scratch my throat on sugar cubes
you burn your hands on
stove tops and cigar butts
we blister fuse together

My modern wolf don't growl don't scowl don't anything i can't be alone and you're alone we're all alone in glass cases traveling to far away places in our minds unlocking words road length size there is a reason for the soul in your eyes and your potential breathing into lungs that remain unsung just sing my favorite song ****** i want my favorite melody to fall from your lips is that too much to ask for am i an *** for trying to love you wrong or right that one night was a lie and we both know it but i wanted to believe it like all of the fairy tales that took place in my woods  were as fictional as when you stood in front of me and cried because darling we're all going to die you aren't exempt you aren't a saint you aren't a sin i couldn't win you over but i could try little liar

it's like trying to filter something so large
nothing can escape
it's like watching something you never had
but know you would have loved
go up in flames
it's like every set of locked eyes as the first
it's like being a verbal mute
it's like hurting yourself before someone else can
it's like you lose yourself in what they expect
it's lonely as a safe house and solitude as freedom
it's like searching for the word
you couldn't quite find 4 months ago
it's word salad for every meal
and imagined conversations for dessert
leaves a good taste in your mouth

it's friends as sanity
it's like knowing a person for years or never knowing them at all

it’s two in the morning and ninety degrees

we’re gleaming on the porch
******* down the stale air
from a father’s fat cigar smoke

my best friend pinches my pupils
with her fishing wire love song
launching her secrets
like bottle rockets
through the shells of my ears
blushing blue about how
she can’t help but savor a boy
who would rather linger with birds

she leans in close
mouth still blistered from
all those bees buzzing
in her sunset breath

she said we better start living out loud
because we can binge enough  
electric currents to stay restless for a while
kissing wrists through a springtime tantrum

i tell her about all the places i go at night
boarding time machines in a split screen mind
to when we were under that pine tree
burying letters to lovers like dead bodies

she asks if i ever look forward

i said all i know is time and air

but sometimes it feels like our rotation has paused
and oxygen might seem thick enough to drown

Once a flower has been plucked, it’s death only brings room for another to grow

it has been so long since my head has bled flower poems about our friendship. they're always such a mess. recycled nostalgia and loose ends. the dark thoughts drip down the tube of my throat. but for now, let's share a beer and flood ourselves knee deep in poetry. what i mean is every mouth has a reference taste for memory. what i mean is green apple holds a photo of four girls in a basement. *** and coke are the boys that we played with. clementine is goodbye and ***** slushies are a bed of pine. whiskey is a winter storm with our queen jane. tequilla is a lost stitch and a baseball game. what i mean is we're a graveyards of tin cans and band lyrics about goldenrod and desire. i'm heavy with the times we reminisce about the two girls on fire.
i'm glad knowing dead girls are forever.

the buzz of what we never were is alluring
i'm the saint but you're the sinner for me
i cut your hair
made you impaired
i wanted you for my own
you're strength was gone
i did you wrong
i cried all night
could you tell?
hair black and rough
coal holding diamonds strong
how could i do you wrong
this is that last time i sing this song

kissing just for practice
we’d pour wine on the grass
we’d pour beer on the grass
nodding off love’s advance
imagining bridges
laughing through stitches
blonde hair in the distance
ski monster now wanderer
my friend and my friends' pets
we’re boy and dogs and women
my friends all lost their heads
when they lost their pets
and lost earrings in between
the cracks of the mattress
some lost things will
fade into blackness
the kind in my womb
the kind you found in the woods
when you lost sight of your hands
for the first time
then found the light
in the spine
of a boy with kind diamonds
between his teeth
it was all me
my retinas chose to see
the light when brightness was not what i needed
i need him to fade back into the blackness of my beer bottle please
i need him to see the importance of knees
of how his knees folded under his form
but return me to the floor once more
where carpet holds friction of first dance
and what more could religion be
than praising the light of men
yes ill return to the darkness then
seal me behind ***** and let me be
but roll me through the grass
stained with wine beer and tea

the ghosts are there but only if you think about them
it's funny how much the non believers don't see
nothing is worse than dying
except for wandering these streets alone
i found a cold fox
hidden in some paradox
most people called it the 'April Snow'
it's funny how suicide in theory
sounds like walking off of
the edge of a burning map
but it's really all of the friends you have lost
shutting down your organs
slowly
one at a time
so when you lose everyone
there seems to be no other choice

but there is you and we are us
and this the only reason
i choose to stay a while

i thought we'd never speak again
oh my god those pink memories
i thought i'd never sleep again
eyelids always shaken awake
i thought we could have loved
but i forgot you also had to try
i thought you would care if i cried
but my tragedies were humble white noise
beneath her blaring melodies
i thought i was the crazy one
for loving something i couldn't name
i thought i'd lost my mind
in the summer of 2014
i thought by thinking less
and loving more
i could score a golden life

i thought that every glance was a promise chance of getaway

now i know they were just friendly looks of scorn

I can’t help but think that the essence of my being is stuck in some landlocked memory on the roof of your house begging you to stay, because jumping holds winds of change and we are doing alright here. We rally to taste the cotton fuzz of our pink memories and we hear the thunder of what could have been. You will stop holding knives and the lake water will taste just like cinnamon. The trees hum yellow in the silent buzz of stars. The backseat of cars haul bodies full of frostbite and sharpie ink blood. Sure we could yell into the abyss but it’s just as good as throwing our secrets towards airplanes. Sometimes I think art is like a dream book. Visualize and find the thread of what’s screaming inside our heads. Either we weave it into something new or let it fray.

maybe i will spend the rest of my life
trying to marry your shadow
while the real you is one step ahead
holding someone else's hand

Poison under plywood
Vanilla steam kisses
Fake photo's of the stars
A mother's sleeping eyes
Some sad man's guitar
Church hymn sunrise

and the rest has been our demise

to live
to live flesh
to live flesh and forget
to live flesh and forget about it

but sometimes we realize
the weight of this machine
is the silent way we perceive
this slowing of molasses gravity
pushing down on our organs

life is just the attempt at resistance
and death is some certain stillness

confetti settled in the crease of the carpet

i am mad at you
and the boys you keep in your back pocket
tied to expired nostalgia and jet black ink

we all have tried to run away at some point
and i'm so sorry that you need someone to fold you up
just so you can try to fly away

i am mad at you
and the way you might only see yourself
in every set of christmas lights

beer basements and fake friends
naps in strangers beds
none of that match the love and concern of four friends

so go ahead and load your gun with spontaneity
but i will always sense the planned
and timed rhythm between every shot

if paradise is a state of mind,
can i hide pieces of my idealism
between the lines in your palms?

will you fold your hands gently
next time you pray
or grip the steering wheel?

or will you wash yourself raw
to rid of my glitter?

Pine needle spine man holding our memories in his hands his wife is crowned with midnight and starlight and smoked pipes climbing down rooftops into the night blatantly crouching on couches and corners watching the torture of being ignored play out into the morning where hope is found in sunspots blinding and leading you to the trees where bottles hold hostage secrets that you could never believe his sweater tightly wound around your knees and the deep blue of his soul has vanished into the public pool where green stripes and chlorine fights are left to surgically remove the sanity from your brain

and the only thing left are the words you can’t tame

we're still alive so if you love me
DO SOMETHING ******

you should have been there
it was all numb ceiling fan talk
while i was tasting all my senses
everything was new

maybe it's no coincidence that autumn gives me new hope
like i am given the chance to ease into frostbite while laughing
like colors caress me while i avoid hibernation
like wood burned memories celebrate anniversaries unforgivably
October is a month to celebrate the death of all things passed
and July is just avoiding my identity

I've been sweating for hours on end
waiting for your return so we can
sing like someone would listen

today i realized that i can't keep redecorating my self taught cage

i plunged into my own blood
and read the book my mind has planned
land and sea and sand

its all for you

every ******* thing i still do

a photo i can't quite remember
i was smiling on my knees
in a plywood shed

danger and laughter
at war in the hollow insides of his guitar
nothing but oblivious red white & blue

a photo i can't forget
of two best friends
maybe lovers

laying in the flash
mother mary and two ducks in the opal light
their smiles were strings of pearls

a photo i can't quite remember
he and i sat on a burgundy couch
*** coke and wet grass

his small brown eyes
and our hands touched
we swapped big ideas when no one was looking

a photo i can't forget
of myself in a stupor
on the night of lost keys

there was warm love in the trailer
but the closer we got the river
the more our hearts unfurled

emotional enslavement

mother dearest
complicated friend
i hear your sister's whispers
through your closed mouth criticisms
i hear the mirror has broken your heart
for 50 years in it's clear metallic honesty
but honestly who cares what you see
if you could create a someone else
to be another yourself
clothed in something new everyday
you'll dream of the ironing board
and this home as an ever changing cloak
endless newness in property
mother pardon me but
i hear you welded your tear ducts shut
after that college ****
drank a full fifth of *****
and ruined your future of
crunching numbers in a pencil skirt
that must have hurt
i hear you hate old Polaroids
with hidden smiles from the past
because old memories don't last like
shiny new wood floors
and staying indoors
it means that
the onlookers eyes cant criticize
so send your girl into the world
to live as you would have pleased
mother i hear that spontaneity
did you wrong and is that true
please answer after frugal thinking
i hear that you learned to cultivate
stubborn symbols in the womb
because the world is always trying to hurt you
mother why is the world trying to hurt you
when you only hide and
trace sketches of a world where
you had tried to hurt it back
i'm sorry that you cant relax
and i wish i could provide that
continue to look after careful creatures making clones
all while staring down pictures of your own

i genuinely apologize that we both couldn't be the best version of you

we give each other flowers because they are the opposite of flesh

my son
the size of barely a peach
you left me for somewhere else
feet first, head last

i wish you could cast your shadows
onto daughter daylight
and blister so hard
that you're walking on balloons
maybe try to lick
the unreachable parts of your arm
or move your fingers
to wake yourself into body again

but instead
like a cartoon
i imagine you burrowed from my lap
feet first
tunneling toward eternal
leaving me bleeding and
deleting memory of being
more than one body

I feel like I am dying faster than my friends
And that everything I touch turns stale on both ends

It was one of those nights
You know
The kind of night where you and your friends are fated to dive off of the nearest cliff
A night where your empty bottle is just one grave example of the spaces you can’t fill
In your bed
Your closet
Your fridge
Your piano keys
Your heart
Where paper cuts replace the sound of your name
And you wake up sweaty
Covered in American sadness
The knowledge that you have all that you need
And your greedy soul feeds and feeds
Screaming that happy is never enough

Look through the nearest x-ray
You will see
Your brain stem is the steepest climb of a roller coaster
And the remaining track is where you lose yourself

Recall the night we shivered the river breeze
Outside the trailer, we wore those secret smiles

On hillsides, wet grass reflected August light
Your girlfriend on a long distance phone call

We danced and screamed our favorite songs
You slept on the white kitchen tiles so gently

That was the room I knew how I loved you
But doubt and fear sank into the sunrise

Forgive me for the pieces I am missing
My mind has given omen to delusion

University air, holding her hand in the park
My eye contact is now your nightmare

So I’ll hold a hostage grudge over silly crushes
and let those smiles simmer into bitter poems

My hand, a guide to write and rhyme these lies
I spend my daytime stiff to gather dust
The rain will hit my tongue and it will rust
My head a silent film of stranger’s eyes
I walk across the map all wind and sighs
These human heads, balloons about to bust
The body, a vehicle for sinner’s lust
The face, a mask to hide the bottled cries

But why do we exist inside the light
So bright among the branches of my chest
Some careful kiss of guilt inside my sight
I can’t forget the day that she first rest
August’s angry moon all through the night
Awoke from slumber always facing west

                                 -

I’m caught inside my mother’s mirrored glass
Performance space where lipstick is applied
At one point every girl has surely cried
Because your mirror twin just couldn’t pass
I’d rather roll down hills and kiss the grass
A reckless rampage I have never tried
Forgetting every boy who called you wide
The girls are done with being made of glass

Living all inside is surely storm
The cranium, a sight of hurricanes
Clinging onto judgment to stay warm
Monitored to see if we are sane
Spinning through some disembodied form
No wonder they say beauty is just pain

                               -

Some sacred, manufactured in the brain
We wring out certain pain with all the lies
To chase the bits of light beyond our eyes
And recognize the body as our chains
It’s simply time to be a little vein
And love our mirror selves to feel the highs
And use our inner mind to really try
To know that we are really all the same

The matter that we breathe is priceless foam
Perspective tells us we are all alive
The pull to walk along, forever roam
The current running down your human spine
On this rock inside a little dome
I’m learning to be body, but revived

Maybe black is nostalgic for the womb
Maybe white is when a soul can't bear its colors anymore
Maybe red is blood's mask
And yellow is gold's half sibling

Maybe we all are painted unwillingly by some huge spirit yes that must be it