We hadn’t realised…

That we spoke of love
that was enshrouded
by child-like naïveté.

We had then,
fire in our hearts,
sparks in our eyes
and clouds in our heads

but

marbles in our mouths.

.
          These thoughts
are a haphazard
                 tessellation
of moments,
         sounds
           and scents -

  caught in a
      persistent loop…

         Such it is,
   that they herald
       no known beginning,
and yield
     no foreseeable end.

.

Bent to a slouch,
unbeknownst…

That we walk
never unladen.

And perhaps only later,
burdened
by the wreaths
around our necks.

the exit is to the left, my dear
run
                     stop
                                              walk
look to your right
do you see it?

the silver haze of May's end
let your lungs soak
in the rain,
in the smoke,
let your lungs expand as wide as the universe
then let them shrink like you do
in front of prying eyes
just to remind you to breathe
breathe
breathe

in
                 out
         in    
                              out
                        ­                                       in and out

we're lost
you've run too far

you'll blame it on your legs
you'll say they were on autopilot
because of course they were,
because where else would you go?
you'll explain your mind was everywhere
and everything all at once—
they won't understand

the exit is long gone, my dear
we can stop now
we can catch our breaths now
open your eyes,
can you see it?

Feeling like a stylus on a premium LP
Can't lift up to slow or slide it
Be slow, be quick, be ready
Scratching is not an option

Feeling this way again
Second-hand turntable
Treated as a diamond or replaceable

The stylus feels old
Not sure if the sound is reaching you
Enough to bring you
Out alive
Scratching is not an option

Entering into the nucleus of time,
I saw-
The densest of its protoplasm,
And the part behind the unraised curtain.

Whatever, is in there, as
Successful cells of life
Controls all biological reactions.

That, remain
Innumerable in the center of the soul
Consists of a combination of protons and neutrons.

Where,
A relatively clear ***** exists,
Which is the carrier of perpetuity,
And multidimensional;
As well as it is a silent witness of the eternity!

I’m being handed erasers
when all I’ve ever known is the smell of ink
I’m feeling so clueless
I don’t know what I think
I’m like a bird born in a cage
who does not know what wings are for
while others fly, I sit and cry
because I don’t know why…