body, we've been given these pale wings,
they are not meant for flight,

mind, we are drunken without drinking,
tread carefully lest we fall down the flight,

bones, at home alone,
seeking where to run,

muscles, outside and alone,
hobbling, as we can no longer run,

heart, drinking blood, but what are you thinking,
inside me but outside it is raining,
your means of becoming undone,

soul, how are you keeping,
the unraveling from meaning we are done.

Darkness ensues,
like a cape,
and I it's benevolent captor.

She falls in love with me,
not because she is captured,
but because I see her at all.

In this world of light,
he's given all but a fight,
as simply it's being,
is a war of night.

Fall from the skies,
beam like you never could,
black butterfly, only misunderstood,
I see you.

I hear the call,
your words are of light,
rest easy, for the world will not find us,
for now we are all but the night.

Empty, ether incomparable,
wavy, seemingly separable.

Explosive though minimal,
corrosive and liminal.

Space saying schtick,
beauty and wings together stick.

Like unalike jewels,
Emeralds so gorgeous they'll make you sick.

With yourself, for fear,
of never getting near, the magic.

Like you used to say it,
bottleless lightning and you wish to stay it.

Singing desires, stinging like spires,
endless abyss, like a crowded mire.

Set them on fire, see if they catch.

Wist a gist in a kiss, see if will latch.

To the fields I retire,
I'm in love but also tired.

I'm so worried about everyone else dying,
and yet I'm the one who's going.

The door is at my neck and I'm still talking,
saying prayers while I'm being layered
with everything worse than anything cancerous.

My heart seems to ask questions,
wondering whose chance this is.

Speaking of the golden rule like I'm not buried
in gym socks and thoughts of second chances.

Fancy myself some kind of mancer,
hoping I start myself going,
stop myself from slowing.

I dreamt of you and woke up to go hug my mother,
I'm tired now, and moments ago me feels like another.

Staying still but rocking back and forth,
it's like a sway and fear what it has to say.

Maybe I'm lost, or finding myself in my own lost ways.
I don't know, and neither do you, I suppose,
is the best we can say.

I hear music in my soul, everywhere it explodes,
it's like the air gains form, like a musical note,
vibrations where nothing is there.

And I stop to say, words, love,
unspeakable things, just feeling in a way,
that it stings while the mouth sings.

and I lose it in lust, and have this feeling,
like a desire, like a must,
intertwined in bees, and beautiful scenes.

Elevating the snails for the sake of making it,
unbeknownst, breaking it, taking it,
everywhere, like a curse.

you've got some lead in your pencil,
don't be afraid to draw with a stencil,
no matter the word or vibe,
just look and remember,
you are a titan,
fearless and mighty.

Enjoy the daylight, the walks you love,
grass is just grass and yet you're in love,
with the fields and flowers,
windows you know nothing about,
smile at the hours.

Pretend you have powers, run
like lightning, strike, the wind,
beat the villain you are fighting.

Rulers, scissors, that smell,
you won't be able to describe,
so take it all in!
picture yourself being an ancient scribe.

Learn about the polymaths and aspire to be like them,
or one of the million other dreams that might never end.
just don't drive too fast, just don't want it to ever end,
please just comprehend!

love, loves you back, without doing a thing,
it doesn't fight you back, if you chose the wrong song to sing,
so if you wish your heart, where the birds be,
find love without a start, and an impossible ending,
take it from me, love doesn't take a thing.