by robin barnes
sandwiched between the earth and the stars
i felt small and insignificant
i remember once looking out the window of a plane and think how
giant mountains seemed only as high the ridges on your fingertips
and the deepest canyons hardly seemed to scratch the surface
it made me think
what is all this fuss about?
and i let the comfort of my own simpleness hold me as i fell asleep
that night in my small bed
in my small room
*i felt strangely at peace

as i stand with a white mind in a tainted storm
we remain desperate kids
singing savior songs through black lines

my only real request is a freshly delicate evil sound
inherent evil
filled to the brim with
rattled talk
living deserts
downtown giants
and marching mirrors

but im filled with
waking blindness
as
breathes shake
and disappointment calls

i travel to a forgotten land
only found through desperate drift
beating veins
and an old dead wish
goodbye to ripped shoes and
concrete things like breathe and purpose

im but a plight knight
with sin anew
seeking scared mountains
and painted soft wet lips
deaths sweet kiss

the night sky seems to be changing
no longer an impenetrable cloak of black
but a deep purple
purple like your innocent, clean veins
and the stars seem to be fading as well
beacons of hope have fled
and I long their light more and more each night
(not they’ll ever return to me)
their brightness has faded like mine
I miss them (me)