I saw a garden get planted, wither, and flourish again.
The frosty chains of Winter's exhale, broken.
While each word spoken served bi-polar purposes.
As purple curtains were slowly eaten by moths in the way erosion forms canyons over millions of years.
Oblivious to our trap like ants in an ant farm
and just as much a spectacle for voyeurs.
Like a child trying his best to tell a lie,
adults have lied enough and been lied to enough to recognize:
it was see-through the whole time.

What's it like to love someone you can't have?
Well, it's like gasping for breath in a vacuum
-- the intention is fierce but the beast won't comply --

I watched a gnat drown in a glass of abandoned bourbon
wondering if the whiskey burned it alive as it sank, screaming to its gods
or if it simply drowned - too drunk to realize it was searing and singing
like a satellite wandering too close to the sun.
Immolation I would imitate a thousand and one times
in a perverted display, selling humility.

Service and self-righteousness may be indistinguishable to some
but those who see...SEE...
...and a lie dissolves like a slug in a salt pile.
Blaming everyone but ourselves as our hearts turn to dust.
The disintegration of genuine trust.
An exit plan when perfect circles corrupt.
And collapse.
Into lines.
We've all heard.