There was no struggle
Just rounds of true death
Inside a jungle
With mutual breath

Killers in armor
Had come to take us
To **** Mi Amor

And thus and thus

Our families were told
With the rest of the world
Another killer had siphoned
Ill and infamy
From an ideal
Lasting an entire day
That we will never
Get to see

To run into another temple
In hopes of a swift escape
Is desperation at best

Circular atrophy it is
Deforming and decaying
Albeit forever persistent

Mankind may always ask
Forgetting to listen
It is then, when
The circle will reform

Is it to age like a fine wine
If alone, you need to dine?
I find as I get older so
That friends sink me low
So I sit alone in my room
Surrounded with doom
Waiting and wondering
Wishing and wanting
As I float on by
Passing through colors
Some bright, others awry

And all the while
The river, it stops
For no one
It just gently goes
Tunnel through tunnel
Thought through thought
As we carelessly
And recklessly
Float on by

Have you ever given your friend a bad potato?
Because they ate your cheese quesadilla a year ago?
And have you ever shouted at the rain
Just to get it all out of your system?
Maybe you secretly hoped
That cute guy you liked
Would hear you a world away
As you listened to the rain
Drop at supersonic speed

Have you ever thrown a helpless object
At the wall just because you could?
And did you subsequently take a trip
Down that dismal, wistful memory lane?
Maybe it reminded of you
Of that sing along
You and Major Tom did a lifetime ago
That made you a couple drinks
Too late to turn back
To your college assignment
That was due the next day

Maybe life is just a game
Strange and imperious
To our flawed design

Just maybe
I am you
And you are them

What follows is not a tracing of steps
But an illumination of what we let
Become in an ambiguous reality
A hallucinating fine tuned fallacy
Each vastly different than the former
Merely, we are a stream of transformers
That will be everywhere at the end of time