Neon ******* and spiraling chests.
Smokey vision of reflected collisions.
A sauna of bodies,
minds, and seductive jests.
Sinking to the sky,
opening my minds eye.
I've never not always,
forever seen,
absently been,
in the now that is here.
A glow from above can only show,
we are the clouds and the mist of the moon,
swaying in trance to that which we hardly know.
Because we have always been the now,
never not always seen,
consistently been,
the yesterday that is tomorrow.
Jan 27, 2020
Jan 27, 2020 at 9:31 PM UTC
Neon ******* and spiraling chests.
Smokey vision of reflected collisions.
A sauna of bodies,
minds, and seductive jests.
Sinking to the sky,
opening my minds eye.
I've never not always,
forever seen,
absently been,
in the now that is here.
A glow from above can only show,
we are the clouds and the mist of the moon,
swaying in trance to that which we hardly know.
Because we have always been the now,
never not always seen,
consistently been,
the yesterday that is tomorrow.