When the fog dissipates
and the city skyline
winks into your clever retinas,
will you be satisfied
with what you see?
When those things you had forgotten
are worming their way back
into your bones and blood vessels,
will you still glance at the intractable sun,
awestruck and catatonic,
like a moth to the moon?
Will you still find beauty in
sidewalk weeds and broken glass?
When the fog dissipates,
and humanity presents itself,
brazen and unabashed,
in a flurry of chaos and stale dreams,
will you still fall into the mass
of faces and hands and ******* and eyes?
Or will you falter at the glaring sight
of a society that's run amuck?
Oct 29, 2013
Oct 29, 2013 at 11:03 PM UTC
When the fog dissipates
and the city skyline
winks into your clever retinas,
will you be satisfied
with what you see?
When those things you had forgotten
are worming their way back
into your bones and blood vessels,
will you still glance at the intractable sun,
awestruck and catatonic,
like a moth to the moon?
Will you still find beauty in
sidewalk weeds and broken glass?
When the fog dissipates,
and humanity presents itself,
brazen and unabashed,
in a flurry of chaos and stale dreams,
will you still fall into the mass
of faces and hands and ******* and eyes?
Or will you falter at the glaring sight
of a society that's run amuck?
